I must lay down my keys to go from here,
To leave the mansion of my parents dear.»
This and what sorrow now will let me tell
No longer, were my darling’s last farewell.
Ah, strong her mother’s heart, to feel the pain
Of those last words and not to burst in twain.
Lament VII
Sad trinkets of my little daughter, dresses
That touched her like caresses,
Why do you draw my mournful eyes? To borrow