The earth they laid him in.
The sun looked down on him there and spake,
"I am content."
And flowers bloomed thickly upon his grave,
And were glad they blossomed there.
And when the wind in the treetops roared,
The soldier asked from the deep, dark grave,
"Did the banner flutter then?"
"Not so, my hero," the wind replied,
"The fight is done, but the banner won,