The night we saw the stacks of timber blaze
To terrible golden fury, young and strong
He watched between us with dream-dazzled gaze
Aflame and burning like a god of song,
As we together stood against the throng
Drawn from the midnight of the city ways.

To-night the world about us is ablaze
And he is dead, is dead. ... Yet, young and strong,
He watches with us still with deathless gaze
Aflame and burning like a god of song,
As we together stand against the throng
Drawn from the bottomless midnight of hell's ways.