Beauty aches before mountains,
There is great hollow in the glens,
By the shores, once sure landing,
Where I have come to know ends,
I was your beauty once, your ken,
No longer a trove, yet wish again.

You said we would one day wed,
Mountains stood for all we know,
But in no time you found another,
Beauty drowns, waves by a shore,
Beauty cuts like holly leaf in a fist,
Beauty pools in salt marsh of tear.