The Dying Warrior
Thomas Moore
1779 to 1852
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A wounded Chieftain, lying
By the Danube's leafy side,
Thus faintly said, in dying,
"Oh! bear, thou tide.
"This gift to my lady-bride."
'Twas then, in life's last quiver,
He flung the scarf wore
Into the foaming river,
Which, ah too quickly, bore
That pledge of one no more!
With impatience burning,
The Chieftain's lady stood,
To watch love returning
In triumph down the flood,
that day's field of blood.
But, field, alas, ill-fated!
The lady saw, instead
Of the bark whose speed waited,
Her hero's scarf, all red
With the his heart had shed.
One shriek—and all was over—
Her life-pulse ceased to beat;
The gloomy waves now
That bridal-flower so sweet.
And the scarf her winding sheet!