Oh! breathe not his name, let it sleep in the shade, <br />Where cold and unhonour'd his relics are laid: <br />Sad, silent, and dark, be the tears that we shed, <br />As the night-dew that falls on the grass o'er his head. <br /> <br />But the night-dew that falls, though in silence it weeps, <br />Shall brighten with verdure the grave where he sleeps; <br />And the tear that we shed, though in secret it rolls, <br />Shall long keep his memory green in our souls.<br /><br />Thomas Moore<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/oh-breathe-not-his-name/
