There is no more to say, now thou art still

There is no more to say now thou art still, / There is no more to do now thou art dead, / There is no more to know now thy clear mind / Is back returned unto the gods who gave it.

Now thou art gone the use of life is past, / The meaning and the glory and the pride, / There is no joyous friend to share the day, / And on the threshold no awaited shadow.