__________By starlight and moonlight
__________He seeks the Briton's camp,
__________He hears the rustling flag,
__________And the armed sentry's tramp.
__________And the starlight and moonlight
__________His silent wanderings lamp.

__________With slow tread and still tread
__________He scans the tented line,
__________And he counts the battery guns
__________By the gaunt and shadowy pine,
__________And his slow tread and still tread
__________Give no warning sign.

__________The dark wave, the plumed wave!
__________It meets his eager glance;
__________And it sparkles 'neath the stars
__________Like the glimmer of a lance:
__________A dark wave, a plumed wave,
__________On an emerald expanse.

__________A sharp clang, a steel clang!
__________And terror in the sound;
__________For the sentry, falcon-eyed,
__________In the camp a spy hath found;
__________With a sharp clang, a steel clang,
__________The patriot is bound.

__________With calm brow, steady brow,
__________He listens to his doom;
__________In his look there is no fear
__________Nor a shadow trace of gloom;
__________But with calm brow and steady brow
__________He robes him for the tomb.

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