Dies Irae dies illa
Solvet saeclum in favilla
Teste David cum Sybilla
Ah broken is the golden bowl the spirit flown forever
Let the bell toll a saintly soul floats on the Stygian river
And Guy De Vere hast thou no tear? weep now or never more
See on yon drear and rigid bier low lies thy love Lenore
Come let the burial rite be read the funeral song be sung
An anthem for the queenliest dead that ever died so young
And Guy de Vere hast thou no tear? weep now or never more
See on yon drear and rigid bier low lies thy love Lenore
Wretches! ye loved her for her wealth and hated her for her pride
And when she fell in feeble health ye blessed her that she died
How shall the ritual then be read? the requiem how be sung
By you, by yours, the evil eye, by yours, the slanderous tongue
That did to death the innocent that died and died so young?
Peccavimus but rave not thus and let a Sabbath song
Go up to God so solemnly the dead may feel so wrong
The sweet Lenore hath gone before with Hope that flew beside
Leaving thee wild for the dear child that should have been thy bride
For her the fair and debonair that now so lowly lies
The life upon her yellow hair but not within her eyes
The life still there upon her hair, the death upon her eyes
The life still there upon her hair, the death upon her eyes
Avaunt! tonight my heart is light, no dirge will I upraise
But waft the angel on her flight with a Pæan of old days
Let no bell toll! lest her sweet soul amid its hallowed mirth
Should catch the note as it doth float up from the damned Earth
To friends above, from fiends below, the indignant ghost is riven
From Hell unto a high estate far up within the Heaven
From grief and groan, to a golden throne, beside the King of Heaven
From grief and groan, to a golden throne, beside the King of Heaven
