They'll say that God had need of him
Before his time,
That angels sought his company

For beauty's sake
In mind or soul,
That stars will shine far brighter

In the night of all their dread
Now he's dead at 29 years old,
And they must feel the cold

Of his departure all the more,
Like one whose ship has left the shore
For far off places,

They must have his face in mind
To keep as photograph,
In silver frame,

Until such time
That he and they
Are once again in arm's fond hold

And all the love returns
To cease the cold
And lonely days of aching grief.