LXXIII.
And yet I wept thee not, thou true and brave!
I could not weep—there gather’d round thy name
Too deep a passion. Thou denied a grave!
Thou, with the blight flung on thy soldier’s fame!
Had I not known thy heart from childhood’s time?
Thy heart of hearts?—and couldst thou die for crime?
No! had all earth decreed that death of shame,
I would have set, against all earth’s decree,
Th’ inalienable trust of my firm soul in thee!