Lines of Battle and Other Poems/Qu'il Mourut
QU'IL MOURUT
Not a sob, not a tear be spent
For those who fell at his side—
But a moan and a long lament
For him—who might have died!
For those who fell at his side—
But a moan and a long lament
For him—who might have died!
Who might have lain, as Harold lay,
A King, and in state enow—
Or slept with his peers, like Roland
In the Straits of Roncesvaux.
A King, and in state enow—
Or slept with his peers, like Roland
In the Straits of Roncesvaux.