Here on the shore-less ocean of life
we parted lovers weep not alone.
The heavens on seeing grief's goodbye
paleth each star in sympathy's dome
as silent support for human despair.
When grave sounds a knell and kindled
by mortals love appears dead not unaware
is sun or moon of more being willed.
None ordered our future fire be cooled.
Was it nature estranging thyself from me
or destiny's game whose divisive ruling
arranged thine ending and I, incomplete ?
Nay, hope singing on, calls merciful Fate
as ready aid in knowing whatever the soul
be, mine and his beat ever the same
and that somewhere,
somehow and at some waiting time
we pair will again reunite as one whole.
Mar 12, 2017
Mar 12, 2017 at 9:38 AM UTC
Here on the shore-less ocean of life
we parted lovers weep not alone.
The heavens on seeing grief's goodbye
paleth each star in sympathy's dome
as silent support for human despair.
When grave sounds a knell and kindled
by mortals love appears dead not unaware
is sun or moon of more being willed.
None ordered our future fire be cooled.
Was it nature estranging thyself from me
or destiny's game whose divisive ruling
arranged thine ending and I, incomplete ?
Nay, hope singing on, calls merciful Fate
as ready aid in knowing whatever the soul
be, mine and his beat ever the same
and that somewhere,
somehow and at some waiting time
we pair will again reunite as one whole.
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