One day when closed shall be my book of life,
When I am hushed to eternal slumber
To rise and away soar to climes where strife
Of love hath no space to ever whisper,
In lands where tides of thy sweet memories
Might ebb no more unto shores of my heart
That culminated into smithereens
Since yon dead summer's day we fell apart
And thou, fair queen of stars, didst dim thy light
That ever shone upon shores of my mind
And enslaved me in dungeons dark as night
To sight no other star but ever blind!

    Oh hark! Like a wildly rolling river
    So shalt my love gush thy way forever.