Canto LVI
Peace, come away: the song of woeIs after all an earthly song:Peace; come away: we do him wrongTo 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 tollThe passing of the sweetest soulThat 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!