The Trumpet Unblown Lyrics

For the Angel of Death

Spread his wings on the blast

And breathed in the face

Of the foe as he pass'd

And the eyes of the sleepers

Wax'd deadly and chill

And their hearts but once heaved

And forever grew still

And there lay the steed

With his nostril all wide

But through it there roll'd

Not the breath of his pride

And the foam of his gasping

Lay white on the turf

And cold as the spray

Of the rock-beating surf

And there lay the rider

Distorted and pale

With the dew on his brow

And the rust on his mail

And the tents were all silent

The banners alone

The lances unlifted

The trumpet unblown