Rain, by which droughted lands shall thirst,
Emersing what once had held blossomed nay,
Of what better days to whom granted worst,
Shall seek of better tomorrows someday.
May brilliant gallance pierce this treachered tomb,
Where savaged corpses have longed to sea,
And desiring hearts to bear no room,
Until perhaps for eternity to fathom in me.
Leaves regards to sorrows to whom ourselves ponder,
And wields us the light to perhaps prevail for another.