The last sunbeam lightly falls from the finished Sabbath.

On the pavement here and there beyond

Down a new maid doubled

Over moon ascent.

Beautiful over the housetops, ghastly fend.

the moon immense and

Silent night

I see a sad procession

And I hear the sound of coming forky bugles

All the channels of the city streets, they're flooding

as with voices and

I hear the great drums pounding

And the small drums steady whirring

And every blow of the great convulsive drum

Strikes me through and through

For the Son is brought with the Father,

In the foremost ranks of the fierce assault they fell.

Two veterans on and for the drop together

And the double grave awaits them.

Now nearer blow the pugas,

And the drums strike more convulsive

And the daylight or the pavement quiet has faded

And the strong dead merchant wraps me

Oh, strong and dead, but you please me.

O moon, immense, your silvery face, you soothe me.

O my soulless twain, my veterans passing to burial.

What I have

I also give you

The moon gives you light

And the bugles and the drums

What are my soldiers, my veterans?

gives you love.

Amen.