I heard one cry out strongly, "Love is dead!"
And then we went and looked upon his face,
Turned into marble by d**h's final grace:
His silent lips, that once so vainly pled,
Smile now, as men smile being newly wed;
Since some strange joy Life's sorrows did efface
When d**h's arms clasped him in supreme embrace,
All his long pain of living comforted.
And you would wake him? Dare you him recall
From d**h's enamouring to Life's stern pain;
Make him again the old grief's hopeless thrall;
Bind him once more with the old clanking chain,
And goad him on his weary way again?--
Nay! let him rest with d**h, the lord of all.