Beaten by night, the sun in disgrace slunk,
Its blood spilt on the ocean where it sunk,
The breeze conducted the leaves in a dirge,
When our fates parted, never to converge.
The sun found fleeting refuge in your eyes,
Like embers glowing in a fire that dies;
But gloating gloaming herald to the night,
Now claims these domains as its master’s right.
Shall I blame you being steadfast in duty
Though life’s horizon always cheerless be?
No, when it was this same nobility
Of mind that made you beloved to me.
Rather will I those walls e’en stronger make,
That the churning sea of passions would break;
Nor will endeavor to scale the fortress
Of your calm, in vain attempts to distress.
You were my light, your darkness I won’t be,
No reproaches shall tarnish your memory;
And though with this tryst my life is ended,
No word of our story will have I mended