stop all the clocks

"stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone
prevent the dog from barking, with a juicy bone
silence the pianos and with muffled drum
bring out the coffin, let the mourners come."

"let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead
scribbling on the sky the message he is dead
put crepe bows around the white necks of the public doves
let traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves."

"he was my north, my south, my east and west
my working week and my sunday rest
my noon, my midnight, my talk, my song
i thought that love would last forever; i was wrong"

"the stars are not wanted now; put out every one
pack up the moon and dismantle the sun;
pour away the ocean and sweep up the woods;
for nothing now can ever come to any good"