There will come a day When you wake to her sleeping In solace enrapturing Silence of mourning All of her elegance muted in slumber Appearing to you in its muses no longer For furies at war in your head are the thunder Of Zeus' insatiable ravishment hunger Now tearing asunder your hearts in the void As the distance impending consumes you, destroyed Is the union you knew to be true in its love But the one you feel isn't yet with you Above