Let be at last; give over words and sighing, br Vainly were all things said: br Better at last to find a place for lying, br Only dead. br br Silence were best, with songs and sighing over; br Now be the music mute; br Now let the dead, red leaves of autumn cover br A vain lute. br br Silence is best: for ever and for ever, br We will go down and sleep, br Somewhere beyond her ken, where she need never br Come to weep. br br Let be at last: colder she grows and colder; br Sleep and the night were best; br Lying at last where we cannot behold her, br We may rest.