Alone in the night
but your image is fresh in sight
Am not going to smile,why,this is only for awhile
The fresh tastes of your kisses all sweet as wine ...
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.