Chapter VI: I

To me, to me, fair-hearted Goddess, come,
To Sorrow come,
Where by the grave I linger dumb;
With Sorrow bow thine head,
For all my beauty is dead.
Leave Freedom’s vaunt and playful thought awhile;
Come with thine unimpassioned smile
Of heavenly peace, and with thy fourfold choir
Of fair, uncloying harmony,
Unveil the palaces where man’s desire
Keepeth celestial solemnity.

II.

Lament, fair-hearted queen, lament with me;
For when thy seer died no song was sung,
Nor for our heroes fall’n by land or sea
Hath honor found a tongue,
Nor aught of beauty for their tomb can frame
Worthy their noble name.
Let Mirth go bare; make mute thy dancing string;
With thy majestic consolation
Sweeten our suffering.
Speak thou my woe, that from her pain
My spirit arise to see again
The Truth unknown that keeps our faith,
The Beauty unseen that bates our breath,
The heaven that doth our joy renew,
And drinketh up our tears as dew.