Sad little heart, overburdened with dream,
Must you cease so soon?
Give over the tune,
And the dream?

Valiant you were, for a day brief and bright;
Now comes your rest,
Tranquil and blest,
In the night.

They who keep faith, have not kept it in vain.
Courage, fond heart,
Glad was your part,
Sweet your strain.

Therefore, sing on, every note of you heard;
Winter or May,
Sounds night and day
Your clear word.

Blithe, buried singer, sing on, for our sake!
Gone is the pain,
Never again
The heart-break!