Elegy for One Whom I Have Loved
Peace begins with the
setting of the sun.
I, with the heaviest heart death e'er gave,
In the coolness that comes when day is done,
Set out in the darkness upon your grave.
Blood-red roses I place
on the cold stone
And kneel upon colder dirt, as a tear
Rolls down my face, shed for a love long-gone,
A thread untimely cut; for you, my dear.
On themes of life and death: Eternity
The object of my endless affections
Burying serves as the paternity
For these things.
Through my body a shiver
Flows up from my core as if from a spring.
The thought of what put you here a river
Of grief to wash over me causes; King
Priam did not sorrow
more when Hector
He lost. The tragedy of your young death
Haunts my soul like a horrendous specter;
The knowledge that never again will breath
Lightly play on your
lips to form your voice,
Sweet-sounding and soothing to troubled ears.
You must know how deeply having no choice
Saddened me. It was the sum of all fears
For me, followed by a
sense of great shame,
To realize the sin I must commit,
And Infinity has only me to blame
For this passing of life and beauty it
Can never regain. I am
There was no other way to recompense
The damage. It was as if Fortune spat
In my face; me, whom with my whole essence,
Had loved you. And what
of your paramour?
I do not fault him. What man could resist?
Your form brought about the misdemeanor;
Beauty like yours was not meant to exist.
Now I come to the end
of my lament.
Here, the reason 'venging Love which betray
You did is worth eternal torment:
If I may not have you, then no one may.