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 looked 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!