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!

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.