Far now from me the smile that lit your face, Enchanting eyes, a body built by grace Oh, if I could find your spirit's resting place
Come to me in vision or in dream, The days are filled with beauty but I seem To wander aimlessly upon a stream
Of memories and I have lost my way Among the stinging sorrows of the day, Unwelcome habitat in which I stray.
Work is but the body's brief release, The mind not stilled, the heart robbed of its peace Relentless age steals on me with such ease
And daily with its trials I am beset But death seems far and we have often met. I need more time to pay my being's debt
To earth and to the gods who brought me here. I shall find my way absent of all fear Secure that you shall once again draw near And we shall wed and make time disappear.
Poems Undated (1727)
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