What tortured verse doth speak of pain?
What rhyme doth voice this painful smart?
What words can soothe a battered brain,
An empty soul, and shattered heart?
Alack the day! No more am I
To live, to hope, to write or love.
Indeed, I fear mine end is nigh;
I wish to go to Him above.
Without my Love to guide me through,
This tempest's rage doth seem too much.
And now mine heart doth lifeblood spew,
I gladly go to Death's cold clutch.
For as I'm here, and you're away,
There's nothing bright about the day.