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From the misty shores of midnight, touched with splendours of the moon, / To the singing tides of heaven, and the light more clear than noon, / Passed a soul that grew to music till it was with God in tune.
Brother of the greatest poets, true to nature, true to art; / Lover of Immortal Love, uplifter of the human heart; / Who shall cheer us with high music, who shall sing, if thou depart?
Silence here -- for love is silent, gazing on the lessening sail; / Silence here -- for grief is voiceless when the mighty minstrels fail; / Silence here -- but far beyond us, many voices crying, Hail!