Come, let us hasten hence and weep no more,

The sinking sea flows on its tranquil ways,

Night looms serenely at the eastern door

And trails the last cloud into lifeless haze.

Antinous is dead, we kneel before

The portals of our past in vain, nor raise

The laughing phantoms of our yesterdays

Upon this desolate and empty shore.

Now deepening pools of shadow overflow

Into the sea of dark; a far-off bell

Sobs with a sweet vibration long and slow

A last farewell, forevermore, farewell;

And will He wake and hear? We cannot tell;

And will He answer? Ah, we do not know.