A Predicament

What chance, fair lady hath bereft you thus Thy grace is gone, stolen- the fiend? Your smile hath gloom replaced And now, your hopes into thin air, ascend I shall not suffer thee to take heart Weep now, wail now,withhold not thy tears Let your grief get to the whole of you As well, share your sorrow with any that cares For the bell tolls for everyone Today it has bellowed above thy hold Tomorrow, it must toll on another Perhaps, I may be caught out in the cold Let your grief get to the whole of you Today you weep and tomorrow, I may weep too.