A grief, a sorrow – never forgotten
My darkened ways – to breathe my
Loss – these mortal lullabies of pain
Tell of happy hours – never to come
Back to me
A tattered book, a lock of hair
Each little treasure time has stored
But time goes on – we gather
What is left – with bitter rain of tears
It’s love, it’s loss, it’s woe
Is it very fair?
O moody, tearful night!
O helpless soul of me!
O harsh surrounding clouds
That will not free my soul
Beyond the remembering and forgetting
With a lullaby, my room
It is gloomy, here blandly repose
Forgetting, or never regetting, it’s roses
A little dust to overweep
And sweet memories to charm
Away my grief