Hiding our grief. These words I gasped upon that mournful day:
“Forget not, love, my fond embrace, nor tarry long away!”
Ah! Is it true that since that time no message glads my sight?
Think you that now your lone wife’s heart even in bright spring delights?
Our pearly stairs and pleasant yard the foul weeds have o’ergrown;
Our nuptial room—and couch—and walls—are now with dust o’erstrown.
Whene’er I think of our farewell, my soul with fear grows cold;
My mind resolves what shape I’d take to see thee as of old.
Now as I watch the deep-sea moon, I long her form to be;
Again, the mountain cloud has filled my dull heart with envy.