Peace; come away

Peace; come away: the song of woe

Is after all an earthly song:

Peace; come away: we do him wrong

To sing so wildly: let us go.

Come; let us go: your cheeks are pale;

But half my life I leave behind:

Methinks my friend is richly shrined;

But I shall pass; my work will fail.

Yet in these ears, till hearing dies,

One set slow bell will seem to toll

The passing of the sweetest soul

That ever look'd with human eyes.

I hear it now, and o'er and o'er,

Eternal greetings to the dead;

And "Ave, Ave, Ave," said,

"Adieu, adieu" for evermore.