When Napoleon was flying ...
by Thomas Campbell
When Napoleon was flying
From the field of Waterloo,
A British soldier dying
To his brother bade adieu!
And take, he said,
To the maid that owns my faith,
With the words that I have spoken
In affection's latest breath.
Sore mourn'd the brother's heart,
When the youth beside him fell;
But the trumpet warn'd to part,
And they took a sad farewell.
There was many a friend to lose him,
For that gallant soldier sigh'd;
But the maiden of his bosom
Wept when all their tears were dried.
Source:The Poetical Works Of Thomas Campbell
Little, Brown, And Company, Boston