They grew in beauty, side by side, br They fill'd one home with glee; br Their graves are sever'd, far and wide, br By mount, and stream, and sea. br br The same fond mother bent at night br O'er each fair sleeping brow; br She had each folded flower in sight, br Where are those dreamers now? br br One, midst the forests of the west, br By a dark stream is laid, br The Indian knows his place of rest, br Far in the cedar shade. br br The sea, the blue lone sea, hath one, br He lies where pearls lie deep; br He was the lov'd of all, yet none br O'er his low bed may weep. br br One sleeps where southern vines are drest br Above the noble slain: br He wrapt his colours round his breast, br On a blood-red field of Spain. br br And one o'er her the myrtle showers br Its leaves, by soft winds fann'd; br She faded midst Italian flowers, br The last of that bright band.