Lyrics:
As I draw up my breathAnd silver fills my eyesI kiss her stillFor she will never riseOn my weak bodyLays her dying handThrough those meadows of HeavenWhere we ranLike a thief in the nightThe wind blows so lightI wars with my tearsThat won't dry for many years'Love's golden arrowAt her should have fledAnd not Death's ebon dartTo strike her dead'