But he lay like a warrior taking his rest, With his martial cloak around him. - Charles Wolfe

Go, forget me! why should sorrow O’er that brow a shadow fling?
Go, forget me, and to-morrow Brightly smile and sweetly sing!
Smile,—though I shall not be near thee;
Sing,—though I shall never hear thee!

If I had thought thou couldst have died, I might not weep for thee;
But I forgot, when by thy side, That thou couldst mortal be.

Yet there was round thee such a dawn Of light, ne’er seen before,
As fancy never could have drawn, And never can restore.