All looks be pale, hearts cold as stone

All looks be pale, hearts cold as stone,
For Hally now is dead and gone!
Hally, in whose sight,
Most sweet sight,
All the earth late took delight.
Every eye, weep with me!
Joys drowned in tears must be.

His ivory skin, his comely hair,
His rosy cheeks, so clear and fair,
Eyes that once did grace
His bright face, —
Now in him all want their place.
Eyes and hearts weep with me!
For who so kind as he?

His youth was like an April flower,
Adorned with beauty, love, and power.
Glory strewed his way,
Whose wreathes gay
Now are all turned to decay.
Then again weep with me!
None feel more cause than we.

No more may his wished sight return,
His golden lamp no more can burn.
Quenched is all his flame;
His hoped fame
Now hath left him nought but name.
For him all weep with me!
Since more him none shall see.