strands, loose from the north wind
of my honey hair
fleetingly brush these lifeless cheeks
my death for all to bear
sink me down through east shore sands
funeral attendants are rare
all i have to show is sin and misery
for those few who care
hoping my lips would twitch to life
though they stay so fair
and blood shall never colour my face again
nor glint shall my eyes wear
eternal darkened are those glass walls
death so sweet to that pair
and i accept with nothing to object
never a kiss did i share
except with my sweet love death