Sleep brings no joy to me    Remembrance never dies    My soul is given to misery    And lives in sighs ...    The shadows of the dead,    My waken eyes may never see,    Surround my bed    That from which they sprung - eternity       Beneath the turf    The silent dead       Sleep brings no wish to knit    My harrassed heart beneath    My only wish is to forget    In the sleep of death    Death is my joy    I long to be at rest    I wish the damp earth covered    This desolate brest       Beneath the mould    The silent dead       But the glad eyes around us    Must weep as we have done    And we must see the same gloom    Eclipse their morning sun       Oh not for them - Should we despair    The grave is drear - But they're not there    Their dust is mingled - With the sod    Their pale souls - Are gone, to god       Well, may they live in ecstasy    Their long eternity of joy    At least I wouldn't bring them down    With me to weep, to groan    And what's the future    A sea beneath the cloudless sun    A mighty, glorious, dazzling sea    Stretching into infinity       My inner sanctum    R.I.P