They tell me thou art laid to rest,
⁠Companion of my happiest years!
That thou hast joined the loved and blest,
⁠Whose early graves are wet with tears,—
That I shall never hear again
⁠The voice that charmed my boyhood's ear,
Nor meet among the haunts of men
⁠Thy honest grasp of love sincere.

Friend of my youth! my buried friend!
⁠Thy step was gayest in the ring,—
My thoughts far back through childhood wend,
⁠And can I now thy requiem sing?
​ Alas! I feel 'tis all in vain,—
⁠Before such grief my spirits bow,—
Farewell! I cannot trace the pain
⁠That weighs upon my heart-strings now.