Tennyson

From the misty shores of midnight, touched with splendours of the moon,
To the singing tides of heaven, and the light more clear than noon,
Passed a soul that grew to music till it was with God in tune.

Brother of the greatest poets, true to nature, true to art;
Lover of Immortal Love, uplifter of the human heart;
Who shall cheer us with high music, who shall sing, if thou depart?

Silence here⁠—for love is silent, gazing on the lessening sail;
Silence here⁠—for grief is voiceless when the mighty minstrels fail;
Silence here⁠—but far beyond us, many voices crying, Hail!