At Last

What shall be said to him, Now he is dead? Now that his eyes are dim, Low lies his head? What shall be said to him, Now he is dead?

One thing, he knew not of, Sweet, in his ear Whisper with all thy love-- Haply he’ll hear. One thing, he knew not of, Sweet, in his ear.

What shall be given him, Now he is dead? Now that his eyes are dim, Low lies his head? What shall be given him, Now he is dead?

That which was long denied Here, Sweet,--thy heart Lay now his heart beside, Never to part. That which was long denied Here, Sweet,--thy heart.