Let Be At Last; Give Over Words And Sighing, Vainly Were All Things Said: Better At Last To Find A Place For Lying, Only Dead. Silence Were Best, With Songs And Sighing Over; Now Be The Music Mute; Now Let The Dead, Red Leaves Of Autumn Cover A Vain Lute. Silence Is Best: For Ever And For Ever, We Will Go Down And Sleep, Somewhere Beyond Her Ken, Where She Need Never Come To Weep. Let Be At Last: Colder She Grows And Colder; Sleep And The Night Were Best; Lying At Last Where We Cannot Behold Her, We May Rest.