...the sentinel stars set their watch in the sky ; And thousands had sunk on the ground overpower' d, The weary to sleep, and the wounded to die. When reposing...that night on my pallet of straw, By the wolf-scaring fagot that guarded the slain, At the dead of the night a sweet vision I saw, And thrice ere the morning...

...the sentinel stars set their watch in the sky ; And thousands had sunk on the ground overpower'd, — The weary to sleep, and the wounded to die, When reposing...saw, And thrice ere the morning I dreamt it again. Methought from the battle-field's dreadful array, Far, far I had roam'd on a desolate track ; 'Twas...

...the sentinel stars set their watch in the sky ; And thousands had sunk on the ground overpower'd, — The weary to sleep, and the wounded to die, When reposing...saw, And thrice ere the morning I dreamt it again. Methought from the battle-field's dreadful array, Far, far I had roam'd on a desolate track ; 'Twas...

...And the sentinel stars set their watch in the sky ; And thousands had sunk on the ground overpowered, The weary to sleep, and the wounded to die. When reposing...that night on my pallet of straw, By the wolf-scaring fagot that guarded the slain ; At the dead of the night a sweet vision 1 saw, And thrice ere the morning...

...combines as many images of hardship, horror, and peril, as over were compressed into two lines : " Reposing that night on my pallet of straw, By the wolf-scaring faggot that guarded the slnin ;" and then comes the exquisite transition to all that is soft, and familiar, and endearing,...

...And the sentinel stars set their watch in the sky ; And thousands had sunk on the ground overpowered, The weary to sleep, and the wounded to die. When reposing...saw, And thrice ere the morning I dreamt it again. Methought from the battle-field's dreadful array, Far, far I had roamed on a desolate track : 'Twas...

...; And thousands had sunk on the ground overpowered, The weary to sleep, and the wounded to die. 2. When reposing that night on my pallet of straw, By the wolf-scaring fagot that guarded the slain, At the dead of the night a sweet vision I saw, And thrice ere the morning...

...And the sentinel stars set their watch in the sky ; And thousands had sunk on the ground overpowcr'd, The weary to sleep, and the wounded to die. When reposing...By the wolf-scaring faggot that guarded the slain ; Methought from the battle-field's dreadful array, Far, far I had roam'd on a desolate track : 'Twas...

...the sentinel stars set their watch in the? sky ; And thousands had sunk on the ground overpower'd, The weary to sleep, and the wounded to die. When reposing...that night on my pallet of straw, By the wolf-scaring fagot that guarded the slain, At. the dead of the night a sweet vision I saw, And thrice ere the morning...

...sleep, and the wounded to die. When reposing that night on my pallet of straw, By the wolf-scaring fagot that guarded the slain, At the dead of the night a sweet vision I saw, And thrice ere the morning I dream'd it again. Methought from the battle-field's dreadful array, Far, far I had roam'd on a desolate...