In Memoriam 3: O Sorrow, Cruel Fellowship
O Sorrow, cruel fellowship, / O Priestess in the vaults of Death,
Flow down, cold rivulet, to the sea,
; ; Thy tribute wave deliver:
No more by thee my steps shall be,
; ; For ever and for ever.
Flow, softly flow, by lawn and lea,
; ; A rivulet then a river:
Nowhere by thee my steps shall be
; ; For ever and for ever.
But here will sigh thine alder tree
; ; And here thine aspen shiver;
And here by thee will hum the bee,
; ; For ever and for ever.
A thousand suns will stream on thee,
; ; A thousand moons will quiver;
But not by thee my steps shall be,
; ; For ever and for ever.
O Sorrow, cruel fellowship, / O Priestess in the vaults of Death,
Sad Hesper o'er the buried sun / ; ; ; ;And ready, thou, to die with him,
Beautiful city, the centre and crater of European confusion, / O you with your passionate shriek for the rights of an equal
O beauty, passing beauty! Sweetest sweet! / How can thou let me waste my youth in sighs?