David's Lament for Jonathan

Low in thy grave with thee

Happy to lie,

Since there's no greater thing left Love to do;

And to live after thee

Is but to die,

For with but half a soul what can Life do?

So share thy victory,

Or else thy grave,

Either to rescue thee, or with thee lie:

Ending that life for thee,

That thou didst save,

So Death that sundereth might bring more nigh.

Peace, O my stricken lute!

Thy strings are sleeping.

Would that my heart could still

Its bitter weeping!