No more: let there be no more said.
It is over now, the long hope, the beautiful dream.
The poor body of love in his grave is laid.
I had dreamed his shining eyes eternal, alas!
Now, dead love, I know, can never rise again.
Never, never again shall I see even his shadow pass.
A star has ceased to shine in my lonely skies.
Sometimes I dream I see it shining in my heart,
As a bird the windless pool over which it flies.
No: no more: I will not say what I see, there:
Sorrow has depths within depths... silence is best:
Farewell, Dead Love: no more the same road we fare.