My dearest K tears expressed;
As browning flowers' dews depart
Their hopeless drops of life apart
On nature's bitter bed of rest

The sight of her in me compelled
Tears myself too hard to keep,
My every instinct fought the weep
Her every sadness my eyes spelled.

But even fire has its beauty
When taking life to fuel its own-
My lovely K, this goddess disowned
Of joys, replaced by mere cruelty-

The tears did but stain the face-
The one by which my silent quest
Would be a vain, unyielding test
Would I fail to lift her grace,

The prettiest face that ever blessed
My sight, my gentle mortal eyes;
They could not know a nobler prize
Than to see her grief at rest.