And when the wind over the wave-tops roared,

The sailor asked from the submarine lost: "Did our banner flutter then?"

"Not so, my hero," the wind replied.

"The fight is done, but the banner won,

Thy comrades of old have borne it hence,

Have borne it in triumph hence."

Then the sailor spake from his submarine grave and said: "I am content."

"And my comrades, my shipmates old, do they honor our memory and deeds?"

They do indeed, they read and heed the lessons so dearly taught.

Your time is flown, but Freedom we own, thanks to your deeds, dearly bought.

Then the sailor spake from his submarine grave and said: "I am content."

Then he heareth the lovers laughing sailing by, and the sailor asks once more:

"Are these not the voices of them that love, That love--and remember me?"

"Not so, my hero," the lovers say,

"We are those that remember not; For the spring has come and the sea has smiled,

And the dead must be forgot."

Then the sailor spake from his submarine grave and said: "I am content."

Posted by Pat on May 29, 2000 at 16:37:58 on Ron Martini's BBS