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. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A DEATH SCENE by EMILY JANE BRONTE CAVALIER TUNES: GIVE A ROUSE THEN FOR THE CLINIC by ROBERT BROWNING BATTLE SONG by EBENEZER ELLIOTT TO WORDSWORTH by FELICIA DOROTHEA HEMANS WORKING GIRLS by CARL SANDBURG |