⁠Here at life's and April's end
⁠How should song salute my friend
Dead so long before his day?

Not a kindlier life or sweeter
⁠Time, that lights and quenches men,
⁠Now may quench or light again,
Mingling with the mystic metre
⁠Woven of all men's lives with his
⁠Not a clearer note than this,
Not a kindlier life or sweeter.

In this heavenliest part of earth
⁠He that living loved the light,
⁠Light and song, may rest aright,
One in death, if strange in birth,
⁠With the deathless dead that make
⁠Life the lovelier for their sake
In this heavenliest part of earth.