In Memoriam (Tennyson)/Canto 56

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3749644In Memoriam (Tennyson) — Canto LVI.Alfred Tennyson

lvi.

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!