"And if with the dead," the soldier said,
"On the battle-field I lie,
Forever I miss the costly kiss
That thou coldly dost deny !"
Then a playful smile she tried, the while,
And a careless speech to frame —
"I will kiss the rose that freshly blows
O'er thy mound of deathless fame —
"I will kiss the moss — the holy Cross
Where it shines above thy rest — "
Ere the light words passed her tears fell fast,
And she sunk upon his breast.