“Mourn, mourn for him, the youthful one, O heart of life and bloom!

Death dimmed the splendor of thy sun, O earth! within his tomb.

Mourn, mourn for him, the gifted one, O kindred heart, O poet heart!

O heart of life and bloom!

“Moan, moan around the soldier’s bed, O waves of the year’s spring-tide!

Chant dirges o’er his buried head—in life’s young spring he died.

Moan, moan around the soldier’s bed, O solemn waves! O sobbing waves!

O waves of the year’s spring-tide!

“Weep, weep beside the stranger’s rest, O heart of woman fair!

Far from a mother’s faithful breast he died, and slumbers there.