Swell not the battle-horn!

Thoughts far too sad those notes will bring,

When to the grave my glorious flower is borne!

Speak not of victory!—in the name

There is too much of woe!

Hush’d be the empty voice of Fame—

Call me back his whose graceful head is low.

Speak not of victory!—from my halls

The sunny hour is gone!

The ancient banner on my walls