Erect and keep his steady tread;
He lean'd, he bent to her his head ...
"She sleeps uncommon sound," he said,
"As if in that eternal sleep,
Where cool and watered willows sweep."
At last he touch'd a fallen group,
Dead fellows tumbled in the sands,
Dead foemen, gather'd to the dead.
And eager now the man did stoop,
Lay down his load and reach his hands,