CoME, let us hasten hence and weep no more, The sinking sea resumes its tranquil ways, Night looms expectant at the eastern door And trails the last cloud into lifeless haze. Antinous is dead; we kneel before

The portals of our past in vain, nor raise The laughing phantoms of our yesterdays Upon this desolate and empty shore.

Now deepening pools of shadow overflow Into the sea of dark. A far-off bell

Sobs with a sweet vibration, long and slow,

A last farewell, forevermore farewell.

And will he wake and hear P We cannot tell, And will he answer P Ah, we do not know.