How Sleep the Brave
How sleep the brave, who sink to restBy all their country’s wishes blest!When Spring, with dewy fingers cold,Returns to deck their hallowed mould,She there shall dress a sweeter sodThan Fancy’s feet have ever trod.By fairy hands their knell is rung;By forms unseen their dirge is sung;There Honour comes, a pilgrim grey,To bless the turf that wraps their clay;And Freedom shall awhile repairTo dwell, a weeping hermit, there!
How sleep the brave, who sink to restBy all their country’s wishes blest!When Spring, with dewy fingers cold,Returns to deck their hallowed mould,She there shall dress a sweeter sodThan Fancy’s feet have ever trod.By fairy hands their knell is rung;By forms unseen their dirge is sung;There Honour comes, a pilgrim grey,To bless the turf that wraps their clay;And Freedom shall awhile repairTo dwell, a weeping hermit, there!
How sleep the brave, who sink to restBy all their country’s wishes blest!When Spring, with dewy fingers cold,Returns to deck their hallowed mould,She there shall dress a sweeter sodThan Fancy’s feet have ever trod.
How sleep the brave, who sink to rest
By all their country’s wishes blest!
When Spring, with dewy fingers cold,
Returns to deck their hallowed mould,
She there shall dress a sweeter sod
Than Fancy’s feet have ever trod.
By fairy hands their knell is rung;By forms unseen their dirge is sung;There Honour comes, a pilgrim grey,To bless the turf that wraps their clay;And Freedom shall awhile repairTo dwell, a weeping hermit, there!
By fairy hands their knell is rung;
By forms unseen their dirge is sung;
There Honour comes, a pilgrim grey,
To bless the turf that wraps their clay;
And Freedom shall awhile repair
To dwell, a weeping hermit, there!
William Collins.