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If I had thought thou couldst have died,
I might not weep for thee;
But I forgot, when by thy side,
That thou couldst mortal be.

Charles Wolfe

Yet there was round thee such a dawn
Of light, ne'er seen before,
As fancy never could have drawn,
And never can restore.

Charles Wolfe

Not a drum was heard, not a funeral note,
As his corse to the rampart we hurried.

Charles Wolfe

We buried him darkly at dead of night,
The sods with our bayonets turning.

Charles Wolfe

Slowly and sadly we laid him down,
From the field of his fame fresh and gory;
We carved not a line, and we raised not a stone,
But we left him alone with his glory.

Charles Wolfe

Go, forget me! why should sorrow
O'er that brow a shadow fling?
Go, forget me, and tomorrow
Brightly smile and sweetly sing!
Smile,—though I shall not be near thee;
Sing,—though I shall never hear thee!

Charles Wolfe

But he lay like a warrior taking his rest,
With his martial cloak around him.

Charles Wolfe

Charles Wolfe

Charles Wolfe

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Born: December 14, 1791

Died: February 21, 1823 (aged 31)

Bio: Charles Wolfe was an Irish poet, chiefly remembered for "The Burial of Sir John Moore after Corunna" which achieved popularity in 19th century poetry anthologies.

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