The boy stood on the burning deck  
 Whence all but he had fled;  
 The flame that lit the battle's wreck  
 Shone round him o'er the dead.  
   
 Yet beautiful and bright he stood,  
 As born to rule the storm;  
 A creature of heroic blood,  
 A proud, though child-like form.
Casabianca, st. 1 (1826).























