Broken is the golden bowl, the spirit flown forever   Let the bell toll   And Guy de Vere - hast thou no tear?   Weep now or nevermore      Let the burial rite be read   Come and let the funeral song be sung   An anthem for the queenliest dead   That ever died so young   A dirge for her the doubly dead   That ever died so young   That ever died so young      My heart is light   Tonight   No dirge will I upraise   Just let a Sabbath song go up to God   So solemnly   And waft the angel on her flight      How shall the ritual be read   And by who the requiem be sung   For when she fell in feeble health   You and your slanderous tongue   You turned an innocent to death   That ever died so young   That ever died so young      My heart is light   Tonight   No dirge will I upraise   Just let a Sabbath song go up to God   So solemnly   And waft the angel on her flight      From hell unto a high estate   From grief and groan, to a golden throne   Beside the King   The King of Heaven      My heart is light   Tonight   No dirge will I upraise   Just let a Sabbath song go up to God   So solemnly   And waft the angel, the angel, the angel   The angel on her flight