The sun can only paint the world awash In an aurum glow - Adorning the Temeraire with her final medals Before tomorrow ’ s moon rises And forces the sun down Into the depths of the Thames . Tonight the sun will fall weeping And tomorrow the mourning sun will rise again , Watching over the world As it had once watched over the Temeraire , Remembering her And all that the world has lost , And allowing the ages to live on in memory Deathless .