Hades Is Tongueless

Hades is tongueless,
Death hath no lyre;
Deep, deep the reft he gives
From life's long tire,
Laying the fevered heart
Far from desire.

He with oblivion
Comes as a charm.
Nought that hath chanced to
Further can harm;
Passion, vicissitude.
Break not our calm.

Fear of the future
Ageing to-day,
Terrors of clinging love.
Presage, dismay,
Senseless, distorting hope.
Death puts away.

He is the Helper;
What can transcend
His care that provideth
For grief, an end.
For reft, eternity?
Death is our friend.