Poetry of Hemans
Felicia Hemans
born 1793, died 1835
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The Death-Day Of Koerner
A song for the death-day of the brave -
A song of pride!
The youth went down to a hero's grave,
With the sword, his bride.
He went, with his noble heart unworn,
And pure, and high -
An eagle stooping from clouds of morn,
Only to die.
He went with the lyre, whose lofty tone
Beneath his hand
Had thrill'd to the name of his God alone
And his fatherland.
And with all his glorious feelings yet
In their first glow,
Like a southern stream that no frost hath met
To chain its flow.
A song for the death-day of the brave -
A song of pride!
For him that went to a hero's grave,
With the sword, his bride.
He hath left a voice in his trumpet lays
To turn the flight,
And a guiding spirit for after days,
Like a watch-fire's light.
And a grief in his father's soul to rest,
Midst all high thought;
And a memory unto his mothers breast,
With healing fraught.
And a name and fame above the blight
Of earthly breath,
Beautiful - beautiful and bright,
In life and death!
A song for the death-day of the brave -
A song of pride!
For him that went to a hero's grave,
With the sword, his bride!
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