Upon his brow he feit their breath,
And in his waving hair,
And looked from that lone post of death In still yet brave despair;
And shonted but once more aloud,
"My father must I stay?"
While o'er him fast, through sail and shroud,
The wreathing fires made way.
They wrapt the ship in splendour wild,
They caught the flag on high,
And streamed above the gallant child,
Like banners in the sky.
There came a burst of thunder-sound.
The boy — Oh! where was he ?
Ask of the winds that far around With fragments strewed the sea!
With mast, and helm, and pennon fair That well had borne their part,
But the noblest thing that perished there Was that young and faithfu! heart!
Flow down, cold rivulet, to the sea,
Thy tribute wave deliver :
No more by thee my steps shall be,
For ever and for ever.
Flow, softly flow, by lawn and lea,
A rivulet, then a river: