Now do our eyes behold 
The tidings which were told: 
Twin fallen kings, twin perished hopes to mourn, 
The slayer, the slain, 
The entangled doom forlorn 
And ruinous end of twain. 
Say, is not sorrow, is not sorrow's sum 
On home and hearthstone come? 
Oh, waft with sighs the sail from shore, 
Oh, smite the bosom, cadencing the oar 
That rows beyond the rueful stream for aye 
To the far strand, 
The ship of souls, the dark, 
The unreturning bark 
Whereon light never falls nor foot of Day, 
Even to the bourne of all, to the unbeholden land.