All semblance of the inner calm has fled And tears unbidden flow, I grieve the living and I grieve the dead And nothing do I know
But loss of one who held my soul's esteem. Alone I suffer silently Robbed of light I do not rant or scream Or rail against indignity
Of death, cessation of a divine bequeath, Departure of the bright and golden dream. I shall recall in lives to come her breath Slowing as recedes a drying stream
Into the all-consuming sands of time, But O, the beauty of her eyes Blessing me with tenderness sublime Granting a glimpse of Paradise
That ever in my heart I shall recall. For love shall surely break The chains of sorrow that hold me in thrall, My heart to bliss awake.
Poems Undated (1727)
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