What have I given,
Bold sailor on the sea?
In earth or heaven,
That you should die for
me?

What can I give,
O soldier, leal and brave,
Long as I live,
To pay the life you gave?

What tithe or part
Can I return to thee,
O stricken heart,
That thou shouldst break
for me?

The wind of Death
For you has slain life's
flowers,
It withereth
(God grant) all weeds in
ours.

F.W. Bourdillon