Show JoHN EVEiiErrfT MXLXAIS I Now let no passingbell be tolled Wail now no dirge of gloom Nor around purple pall unfold The trappings of the tomb Dead No the Artist doth not die Enduring as the air the sky He lets the mortal years roll by Indifferent to their doom j if II With the abiding He abides Eternally the same From shore to shore Times sounding tides Roll and repeat His namo Death the kind pilot from His home But speeds Him unto widening foam Then leaves Him sung from eight to roam The ocean of his fame III Nor thus himself alone He lives But by the magic known To His so potent art He gives Life lasting as His own See on the canvas foiling Fate With kindling gaze and flashing gait Dead Statesmen still defend the State And vindicate the Throne IV Stayed by His hand the loved the lost Still keep their wonted place And fondly fooled our hearts accost The vanished form and face Beauty most frail of earthly shows That fades as fleetly as it blows By Him arrested gleams and glows With neverwaning grace V His too the wizard power to bring When citypent we be Slowmellowing birchen tree Look twixt gray bowlders fringed with fern The tawny torrents chafe and churn And lined with light the amber burn Goes bounding to the sea VI Toll then for Him no funeral knell Nor Sorrows farewell anthem swell Nor solemn symbols wave Your very brightest banners bring Your gayest flowers SIng Voices sing I And let Fames lofty joybells ring Their greeting at His grave The Tempest Act V Scene I Alfred Austin |