Alone I sit in my small room of peace Away for a time from all this life's discord Where the violence of the world seems to cease And I am close to Mother and the Lord.
How many years remain I do not know, I once was ageless but perfidy and lust Of one I loved has truly laid me low And fled from us the element of trust.
Truly at the end we go alone To the place of peace and calm where we shall rest Until we take another birth or none Forgetting self, forgetting love, at best
The human love that stabs the soul with pain Until we rise purified of stain.
Poems Undated (1727)
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