Behind the thoughtless rush that rules my dome;
Rebels a thought to it's impermanence...

Should twenty more of you and all the same
Proclaim that they are you and you for me...

If I had breath to give but one last word
Could love weight all my brimful heart's outpour...

You, you with that humdrum
Come feel my heartdrum...

My mirror cries, my mirror sighs
But mine are dry, too dry to cry...

Adjure adjure; entreats the scent of a yellow...
alluring a sweet earthy olive fragrance...

All seems different in our abode
The air boreal, denser...

When mine eyes near to close - for truest sleep
then best her gentle hand beside me hold...

Tho' I have aged, her grave appears as new;
Instilled in time with time that stole her youth...

(I)
You left the fog that took your heart from us...

When mind's own memoirs wither down to bone
then whom shall know my love in distant years...

To dearest love of mine, that has yet been:
Tho' sight reveals you not, by love I know...