Analysis of The Casterbridge Captains

THREE captains went to Indian wars,
        And only one returned:
     Their mate of yore, he singly wore
        The laurels all had earned.

At home he sought the ancient aisle
        Wherein, untrumped of fame,
     The three had sat in pupilage,
        And each had carved his name.

The names, rough-hewn, of equal size,
        Stood on the panel still;
     Unequal since.--"'Twas theirs to aim,
        Mine was it to fulfil!"

--"Who saves his life shall lose it, friends!"
        Outspake the preacher then,
     Unweeting he his listener, who
        Looked at the names again.

That he had come and they'd been stayed,
        'Twas but the chance of war:
     Another chance, and they'd sat here,
        And he had lain afar.

Yet saw he something in the lives
        Of those who'd ceased to live
     That rounded them with majesty
        Which living failed to give.

Transcendent triumph in return
        No longer lit his brain;
     Transcendence rayed the distant urn
        Where slept the fallen twain.