If you could stop this plight
Could plot a place for pep
Could turn the day to night
Transport me through a trip
Repairing ripped remains
Requiring rest and rains
Your vigor vim and zip
Voracious vrooming stains
Beholding what beheld
When it was still intact
The weight is with me still
The cloud and cataract
The vision that now dulls
And daily duty culls
New meaning from the old
Severe, the mercy sold