Here in this leafy placenQuiet he lies,nCold with his sightless facenturned to the skies;nT'is but another dead;nAll you can say is said.nnCarry his body hence, -nKings must have slaves;nKings climb to eminencenOver men's graves;nSo this man's eye is dim; -nThrow the earth over him.nnWhat was the white you touched,nThere at his side?nPaper his hand had clutchednTight ere he died; -nMessage or wish may be;nSmooth the folds out and see.nnHardly the worst of usnHere could have smiled!nOnly the tremulousnWords of a child;nPrattle that has for stopsnJust a few ruddy drops.nnLook she is sad to miss,nMorning and night,nHis - Her dead father's - kiss;nTries to be bright,nGood to mama and the sweet.nThat is all Marguerite.nnAh if beside the deadnSlumbered the pain!nAh if the hearts that blednSlept with the slain!nif the grief died; - but no.nDeath would not have it so