none could be lifted
all draped in a sadness of grey
the infernal dolefulness
seemingly parlaying everyday

a bright stream of light
ne'er came over the mound
twas not availing its self
to her void soul's ground

e'er dwelt a lasting
blue on blue despair
a sorrowful tone  
that her heart did bear

the loss remembered
an abyss so bereft a place    
which shall be repaired
by the clock's balm of grace