Mournful Rhapsody In Memoriam of Bem
Shadow, why do you depart, your broken hands upon your breastplate
Near the torches which with sparks surround your knees
The sword, green with laurel, and spattered with the candle-tears of your people
The eagle darts forward and your horse lifts his hoof like a dancer
Pennants are waving, fluttering against each other
Like the tents of an army encampment in the sky
Trumpets tremble in their weeping and banners
Bow from above with lowered wings
Like dragons, lizards, and birds pierced with spears
As the many ideas which with spears you have reached
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