The nuptial day with smile and song?
My comrades who for glory burned,
And sought the fight with kindred glee,
To that sweet vale have they returned?
Speak ye of all those friends to me?
Above their buried forms perchance
Strange footsteps tread the valley’s ways;
Hushed is the bridal song and dance—
My home some other lord obeys.
For me ascends no mother’s prayer,