A Paean
I
How shall the burial rite be read?
The solemn song be sung?
The requiem for the loveliest dead,
That ever died so young?
II
Her friends are gazing on her,
And on her gaudy bier,
And weep!вБ†вАФoh! to dishonor
Dead beauty with a tear!
III
They loved her for her wealthвБ†вАФ
And they hated her for her prideвБ†вАФ
But she grew in feeble health,
And they love herвБ†вАФthat she died.
IV
They tell me (while they speak
Of her вАЬcostly broiderвАЩd pallвАЭ)
That my voice is growing weakвБ†вАФ
That I should not sing at allвБ†вАФ
V
Or that my tone should be
TunвАЩd to such solemn song
So mournfullyвБ†вАФso mournfully,
That the dead may feel no wrong.
VI
But she is gone above,
With young Hope at her side,
And I am drunk with love
Of the dead, who is my bride.вБ†вАФ
VII
Of the deadвБ†вАФdead who lies
All perfumвАЩd there,
With the death upon her eyes,
And the life upon her hair.
VIII
Thus on the coffin loud and long
I strikeвБ†вАФthe murmur sent
Through the gray chambers to my song,
Shall be the accompaniment.
IX
Thou diedst in thy lifeвАЩs JuneвБ†вАФ
But thou didst not die too fair:
Thou didst not die too soon,
Nor with too calm an air.
X
From more than friends on earth,
Thy life and love are riven,
To join the untainted mirth
Of more than thrones in heaven.вБ†вАФ
XII
Therefore, to thee this night
I will no requiem raise,
But waft thee on thy flight,
With a Paean of old days.