With the doleful dead man's bell
Ring oh ring not Baby's knell!
Let her calmly calmly sleep
But with the flow'rs fresh from the dell
Make thou a music wild and deep
Such as men can but know well
When their souls have learnt to weep
As if Love's self had gone from earth
Oh sing a music that has birth
In the suspension of commotion
For thus hath death made our emotion
Sing thou a song more deep and true
Than the vague soft song of ocean
The quiet darkness moaning through
Sing into sad tears our distress!
Oh let soft sorrow be thy strain!
She's gone beyond our love's caress
Giving to life more loneliness
And to mystery more pain