The starry train

Here are the skies, the planets seven

And all the starry train;

Content you with the mimic heaven,

And on the earth remain.

Ask me no more, for fear I should reply;

Others have held their tongues, and so can I;

Hundreds have died, and told no tale before:

Ask me no more, for fear I should reply --

How one was true and one was clean of stain

And one was braver than the heavens are high,

And one was fond of me; and all are slain.

Ask me no more, for fear I should reply.