Oh what such loss in joy developed here?
For you, maiden fair, I must give such pause
As to delay the drought of every tear.
May strength in words and worship in my clause
Prolong the beauty of such righteous muse
May the cosmos weep, for this violent loss
Of such that is what they cannot refuse
And so this term of sadness must emboss-
The gentleness now rakes my heart so raw
That I must steal away from dimming light
My strength alone cannot keep closed the maw
Mine own retreat can’t keep her in my sight
Athena’s own daughter of wisdom may
Have found new meaning for her eyes of grey.