As tho’ you were a trembling sigh;
Dear, paling lips their last prayer say
While more and more dear comrades die,
Their feet across the dark door’s sill
As patriot graves with patriots fill.
Float gently, flag, and droop to-day
As droop the grasses o’er the brook;
They few and fewer grow each May;
For those we love we vainly look,
So many sunny smiles grow chill