Ah! fair face gone from sight, With all its light Of eyes, that pierced the deep Of human night! Ah! fair face calm in sleep. Ah! fair lips hushed in death! Now their glad breath Breathes not upon our air Music, that saith Love only, and things fair. Ah! lost brother! Ah! sweet Still hands and feet! May those feet haste to reach, Those hands to greet, Us where love needs no speech. |