Put out the lights and softly pray;
For nothing that you may say,
Will neither make much sense
Nor the slightest difference.
As he that now stands apart
On that distant shore
Will no more walk with us,
Never, ever more.
Mourn him all who loved
And dwell on extinct bliss.
And those who did just hate
Must now hold their peace.
Let’s hope his kindred soul
If it does exist,
Finds the rest it could not get
And does in joy persist.
We can only do our best
To end what he did start
So that he would live through us
Both in life and art.
