Bright with smile, or darked with tear;
So in California’s sun
Sings your song, back there begun.
But do you know, O song-heart brave,
That Peter’s in an unknown grave,
Where the Rappahannock flows;
No more fearing war’s dread blows?
And not a mound to mark the place
Where went out his sweetheart face;
And not a bough where some song-mate