Charles Wolfe Quotes

Yet there was round thee such a dawn
Of light, ne’er seen before,
As fancy never could have drawn,
And never can restore.

If I had thought thou couldst have died,
I might not weep for thee;
But I forgot, when by thy side,
That thou couldst mortal be.

We carved not a line, and we raised not a stone—
But we left him alone with his glory.

We buried him darkly at dead of night,
The sods with our bayonets turning.

Not a drum was heard, not a funeral note,
As his corse to the rampart we hurried.