Charles Villiers Stanford - Heraclitus, Op. 110, No. 4 - текст песни (слова)

They told me, Heraclitus, they told me you were dead,
 They brought me bitter news to hear and bitter tears to shed.
 I wept as I remember'd how often you and I
 Had tired the sun with talking and sent him down the sky.
 And now that thou art lying, my dear old Carian guest,
 A handful of grey ashes, long, long ago at rest,
 Still are thy pleasant voices, thy nightingales, awake;
 For Death, he taketh all away, but them he cannot take.
 William Cory (1823–1892) (Based on an epigramme by Callimachus)