II + 

Ah! woe is me! poor silver-wing! + 

That I must chant thy lady’s dirge, + 

And death to this fair haunt of spring, + 

Of melody, and streams of flowery verge,⁠— + 

Poor silver-wing! ah! woe is me! + 

That I must see + 

These blossoms snow upon thy lady’s pall! + 

Go, pretty page! and in her ear + 

Whisper that the hour is near! + 

Softly tell her not to fear + 

Such calm favonian burial! + 

Go, pretty page! and soothly tell,⁠— + 

The blossoms hang by a melting spell, + 

And fall they must, ere a star wink thrice + 

Upon her closed eyes, + 

That now in vain are weeping their last tears, + 

At sweet life leaving, and those arbours green,⁠— + 

Rich dowry from the Spirit of the Spheres,⁠— + 

Alas! poor Queen! + 