I called you through the silent night
Across the brooding deep,
I sought you in the shadowland
From out the world—asleep;
No answer echoed to my call,
And now my way I thread
About the lowly mounds that rise
Among the silent dead.
Though voiceless, you will hear my call,
Your soul will heed my cry,
Will rise, and mock the prison where
Your bones recumbent lie.