I Heard The Dogs Howl In The Moonlight Night; I Went To The Window To See The Sight; All The Dead That Ever I Knew Going One By One And Two By Two. On They Pass'D, And On They Pass'D; Townsfellows All, From First To Last; Born In The Moonlight Of The Lane, Quench'D In The Heavy Shadow Again. Schoolmates, Marching As When They Play'D At Soldiers Once, But Now More Staid; Those Were The Strangest Sight To Me Who Were Drown'D, I Knew, In The Awful Sea. Straight And Handsome Folk, Bent And Weak, Too; Some That I Loved, And Gasp'D To Speak To; Some But A Day In Their Churchyard Bed; Some That I Had Not Known Were Dead. A Long, Long Crowd, Where Each Seem'D Lonely, Yet Of Them All There Was One, One Only, Raised A Head Or Look'D My Way; She Linger'D A Moment, She Might Not Stay. How Long Since I Saw That Fair Pale Face! Ah! Mother Dear! Might I Only Place My Head On Thy Breast, A Moment To Rest, While Thy Hand On My Tearful Cheek Were Prest! On, On, A Moving Bridge They Made Across The Moon-Stream, From Shade To Shade, Young And Old, Women And Men; Many Long-Forgot, But Remembered Then, And First There Came A Bitter Laughter; A Sound Of Tears A Moment After; And Then A Music So Lofty And Gay, That Eve Morning, Day By Day, I Strive To Recall It If I May.