What grief do we bear by ourselves for naught?
As flames turn to white dot and smoke, then smoke
So fiercest light must wane where hearts do hope
And yet dim tears in vain alone are wrought;
Fear cleaves us from the skies that once we sought
And seeking words that none should e'er hear spoke
In cold of shadow hiding there afloat
Still linger dreams until they are forgot;
Cling fast to wax of candles that now shine,
Do pray some wandering souls with you may heal
And scatter darkness with bright friends at night;
Where severance is a hell of self-design,
Know who and what remains are still most real;
No eyes can see what is beyond the light.