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Rh Where morning ever loveliest shone In thy blue depths, Morwynion!
 * It was a sadly glorious sight—

As one by one the warriors past All tremblingly—all sternly bright An image on the lake was cast— And horse and horseman glimmered red, Like passing phantoms of the dead, As if that mirror of the morning Were rife with signs of grief and warning!— Gorgeous shapes, sublime array, Youth—hope—valour, where are they That at dawn united shone On thy banks, Morwynion? Ask the vision of the night Whither it has ta’en its flight— Ask the shadow where it flies When the sunbeam quits the skies— Ask the rent sepulchral stone For the epitaph that’s flown— Ask not from the dead Where the pride of life is fled!— Nobler than life’s power or pride Is the death that they have died! Not a rank and not a man Have retreated back a span Since the crash of war began; There they rest in goodly rows— All unbroken by their foes, Like the clouds at ev’ning’s close, Like the surges of the sea, Graceful, wild, yet orderly!