A Death Reverie
G. Bantock
'Tis very white, a frosty white and cold,
This Skull that in the winter moonlight gleams!
Success and failure, Hope and fear, and Dreams
Are Nothing when our Tale of Life is Told.
Soon for dear Honour's sake my stainless Sword
Shall give this worthless body up to Death;
Yet when my bosom is bereft of breath
My Red Heart's faithfulness shall guard my Lord.