Speak, speak, music, and bring to me
Fancies too fleet for me,
Sweetness too sweet for me,
Wake, wake, voices, and sing to me,
   Sing to me tenderly; bid me rest.

Rest, rest! ah, I am fain of it!
Die, Hope! small was my gain of it!
   Song, [song] take thy parable,
   Whisper, whisper that all is well,

Say, say that there tarrieth
Something, something more true than death,
   Waiting to smile for me; bright and blest.

Thrill, thrill, string: echo and play for me
All, all that the poet, the priest cannot say for me;
Soar, voice, soar, heavenwards, and pray for me,
   Wondering, wandering; bid me rest.