Classic Poem

Lights out! and darkness brooding deep around
Thee, soldier; not the trembling bugle's sound
Nor volley thrice repeated o'er the mound
Shall waken thee.
Lights out! Not where the flag of battle flies,
Nor here, where the sad, silent shadow lies,
Shall drumbeat call or bugle bid thee rise,
But silently,
Thy duty done, thou sleepest. Rest thee well;
Nor any rude alarm shall strike and swell
To rouse thee — Glory stands thy sentinel.
Good night to thee!