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Edmund Clarence Stedman, ed. (1833–1908). A Victorian Anthology, 1837–1895. 1895.

Andrew Lang 1844–1912

Melville and Coghill


DEAD, with their eyes to the foe,

Dead, with the foe at their feet;

Under the sky laid low

Truly their slumber is sweet,

Though the wind from the Camp of the

Slain Men blow,

And the rain on the wilderness beat.

Dead, for they chose to die

When that wild race was run;

Dead, for they would not fly,

Deeming their work undone,

Nor cared to look on the face of the sky,

Nor loved the light of the sun.

Honor we give them and tears,

And the flag they died to save,

Rent from the raid of the spears,

Wet from the war and the wave,

Shall waft men’s thoughts through the dust of the years,

Back to their lonely grave!