I sometimes think that I have lived too long,
Who have heard so many a gay brave singer's song
Fail him for ever. ~ seen so many sails
Lean out resplendent to the evil gales,
Then Death, the wrecker, get his harvest in.
Oh, ill it is, when men lose all, to win;
Grief though it be to die, 'tis grief yet more
To live and count the dear dead comrades o'er.