Ye forms of Heroes slumb'ring here, <br />Beneath these tombstones cold and drear, <br />On which the moss of age has slept, <br />Since one fond heart has o'er you wept, <br />Oh tell me, if a Mortal's prayer, <br />Can ever wake your spirits, where <br />They sleep the dark dread sleep of death. <br />Tell me if now the laurel wreath, <br />Which Glory twin'd around your head, <br />Can wake amid the silent dead, <br />One glance of that proud martial blaze <br />Which led your feet in slaughter's ways.<br /><br />Nathaniel Hawthorne<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/forms-of-heroes/
