Lyrics

He is gone hence. Weep no weak tears for him: You gave us freely what you valued most; It is not loss, for gifts are never lost Unto the giver. Lo, the star-kept, dim Limits where battle fades away, and grim Death halts and hath no power! On that coast His feet are set among the shining host Who range with cherubim and seraphim. A thousand suns are unregarded dust, A million dawns break and are counted not, And Beauty riseth up, and she departs Eternally--eternally forgot; But your fair stripling, dead beside his trust, Is safely folded in the Heart of Hearts.