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, rolling on the foe And burning with high Hope, shall moulder cold and low. XXVIII. Last noon beheld them full of lusty life;-- Last eve in Beauty's circle proudly gay; The Midnight brought the signal-sound of strife, The Morn the marshalling in arms,--the Day Battle's magnificently-stern array! The thunder-clouds close o'er it, which when rent The earth is covered thick with other clay Which her own clay shall cover, heaped and pent, Rider and horse,--friend,--foe,--in one red burial blent! XXIX. Their praise is hymned by loftier harps than mine; Yet one I would select from that proud throng, Partly because they blend me with his line, And partly that I did his Sire some wrong,[292] And partly that bright names will hallow song;[ho] And his was of the bravest, and when showered The death-bolts deadliest the thinned files along, Even where the thickest of War's tempest lowered, They reached no nobler breast than thine, young, gallant Howard![293] XXX. There have been tears and breaking hearts for thee, And mine were nothing, had I such to give; But when I stood beneath the fresh green tree, Which living waves where thou didst cease to live, And saw around me the wide field revive With fruits and fertile promise, and the Spring[294] Come forth her work of gladness to contrive, With all her reckless birds upon the wing, I turned from all she brought to those she could not bring.[6.B.] XXXI. I turned to thee, to thousands, of whom each And one as all a ghastly gap did make In his own kind and kindred, whom to teach Forgetfulness were mercy for their sake; The Archangel's trump, not Glory's, must awake Those whom they thirst for; though the sound of Fame May for a moment soothe, it cannot slake The fever of vain longing, and the name So honoured but assumes a stronger, bitterer claim. XXXII. They mourn, but smile at length--and, smiling, mourn: The tree will wither long before it fall; The hull drives on, though mast and sail be torn;[hp] The roof-tree sinks, but moulders on the hall In massy hoariness; the ruined wall
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