I understand the poignancy and pain Of kings who suffered irreparable loss, Who owning all no longer did retain Aught but sorrow and her maid, remorse,
Who built their mausoleums and their tombs Remembrances of grief they could not bear And lay in gardens redolent with blooms The bones of the beloved and the fair.
And if they had their life to live again To see the cherished smile, the warm embrace, Would they requite all wealth for the sole gain Of eyes beheld on Beauty's worshipped face,
Meet all the unfair challenges of fate With equal heart, accept the peasant's toil, The labourer whom all manipulate, The ploughman bent above unyielding soil?
I feel a sadness stretching through the years, Millenniums of energy and zeal Dissolved and in their stead unwelcome tears, A place unknown, an emptiness unreal
Devoid of joy, the skies of God now dull When suddenly the light of lights is gone, All vacant grown that once was vast and full, In cloud-grey misery to drift alone
And sheds night's tears that stain the skies of morn. Can one soul contemplate another's grief Is there a greater sadness to be borne Than unreal death who shatters our belief,
Does pain translate to other hearts and minds, Can we in the slow vibrations of the stone A secret find among the abstruse signs That life survives though seemingly has flown
Into the dark companionship of night. Shall I weary of these anguished days Find solace for the soul and seeking light Approach the calm so foreign to our ways.
Would she who treasured our resolve in life Wish any less when spirit's raiment fell Than I continue mid this worldly strife To seek for heaven in our human hell.
Poems Undated (1727)
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