With kiss of loneliness and death's embracing bands.
No more!—And we, the mourners, dare not wear
The black that folds our hearts in secrecy of pain,
But must don purple and bright standards bear,
Vermilion of our honour, a bloody train.
We dare not weep who must be brave in battle—
"Another death—another day—another inch of land—
The dead are cheering and the ghost drums rattle" ...
The dead are deaf and dumb and cannot understand....
Of all who died in darkness far away