His falchion flashed along the Nile;
  His hosts he led through Alpine snows;
O’er Moscow’s towers, that shook the while,
  His eagle flag unrolled,—and froze.

Here sleeps he now, alone;—not one
  Of all the kings whose crowns he gave,
Nor sire, nor brother, wife, nor son,
  Hath ever seen or sought his grave.

Here sleeps he...