Though You Speak With Broken Voice

Though you speak with broken voice and broken your accents half-parched arise from in side your breast and this following your return from the funeral: you must this night honor the coffined body by through his works and Ideas ply: there you will find founts, founts of joy not weeping: and from the sleepy valleys nocturnal; will rise silver calls and chants that with Ideas sparkle a sign that these above the earth dwell and are far from resigned with the body in the nether earth: then when you tire through the night to read the great works of the coffined shroud: then will Dawn resplendent come and console you and as in airy hummock in her hands taking your body tired to deserved rest.