1] Rid of the world's injustice, and his pain,
2] He rests at last beneath God's veil of blue.
3] Taken from life when life and love were new
4] The youngest of the martyrs here is lain,
5] Fair as Sebastian, and as early slain.
6] No cypress shades his grave, no funeral yew,
7] But gentle violets weeping with the dew
8] Weave on his bones an ever-blossoming chain.
9] O proudest heart that broke for misery!
10] O sweetest lips since those of Mitylene!
11] O poet-painter of our English Land!
12] Thy name was writ in waterit shall stand:
13] And tears like mine will keep thy memory green,
14] As Isabella did her Basil-tree.
Rome