Felicia Hemans in The New Monthly Magazine Volume 40 1834/By a Mountain Stream
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The New Monthly Magazine, Volume 40, Pages 290-291
II.
By a Mountain Stream.
By a mountain stream, at rest,
We found the warrior lying,
And around his noble breast
A banner, clasp'd in dying;—
Dark and still
Was every hill,
And the winds of night were sighing.
Last of his noble race,
To a lowly bed we bore him;
'Tis a deep green, solemn place,
Where the mountain heath waves o'er him;—
Woods alone
There make moan,
Rushing streams deplore him.
Yet from festal hall and lay
Our sad thoughts oft are flying
To those dark hills far away,
Where in death we found him lying;
On his breast
A banner prest,
And the night-wind o'er him sighing.