Heraclitus

Lyrics

They told me, Heraclitus, they told me you were dead They brought me bitter news to hear and bitter tears to shed I wept as I remember'd how often you and I Had tired the sun with talking and sent him down the sky And now that thou art lying, my dear old Carian guest A handful of grey ashes, long, long ago at rest Still are thy pleasant voices, thy nightingales, awake; For Death, he taketh all away, but them he cannot take