Your dextrous wit will haunt us long 
Wounding our grief with yesterday. 
Your laughter is a broken song; 
And death has found you, kind and gay. 

We may forget those transient things
That made your charm and our delight: 
But loyal love has deathless wings 
That rise and triumph out of night. 

So, in the days to come, your name 
Shall be as music that ascends 
When honour turns a heart from shame... 
O heart of hearts! ... O friend of friends!