The high hall rang with raucous song,
As men drank toast to battles won,
And shedding tears for friends long gone.
The warriors shared their reverie.
Now all their deeds are said and done,
And all their battle-hymns are sung,
On flags and banners gaily hung,
The dust soft-settles silently.
The sharpest of the men arrayed,
Could once recall each man he’d slayed,
Now latticed rust devours the blade,
Of his fast-fading memory.
Now naught remains of Victory’s feast,
But sweet ale dried to bitter yeast,
And bones cast off from ...