Sweet Sounds, Begone - Whose Music On My Ear Stirs Foolish Discontent Of Lingering Here; When, If I Crossed The Crystal Verge Of Death, Him I Should See Who These Sounds Murmureth. Sweet Sounds, Begone - Ask Not My Heart To Break Its Bond Of Bravery For Sweet Quiet'S Sake; Lure Not My Feet To Leave The Path They Must Tread On, Unfaltering, Till I Sleep In Dust. Sweet Sounds, Begone: Though Silence Brings Apace Deadly Disquiet Of This Homeless Place; And All I Love In Beauty Cries To Me, 'We But Vain Shadows And Reflections Be.'