I knew the end had come,
Such a ceremonious segway into death
But after the pomp faded away
Came long the mourning days.

And in mourning, sorrows become dear
I slowly forgot what death I mourn'd.
Safely occupied by the copious comfort
Speculating the new road I must walk alone.

But now, as my soothing summer air turns chill,
And the leaves shrivel and die,
Each night marks the passing of another day
Drawing nearer the dead's true end.

It steals upon me, with insidious cunning
A bitter cup I must partake,
I see the dead are not truly dead
Until mourning is ended.

So I shall never cease to beg Heaven
To send you back to me,
I shall never cease to let these tears
Of life and mourning free.