A Memorial
Let spring be washed away with rain of tears
Let winter come with wet soggy eyes
It is well today no sun in the sky appears
Let mortal mourn where mortal dies
For I have lost another friend, and found
Another season for all grief
That none can shake the dreaded hound
Nor yet from sorrow find relief
O Angella, Angella, I weep beyond my tears
For memories flood here warm
With the friendships of our younger years
The sweetness that predicted no storm
The withering sickness that dries out the soul
The cripled days borne with a smile
Leaves all fallen and trees like a naked pole
The heart here weeping like a child
I miss the happy days and the shy flirtations
The choir singing and prayers now
That does not seem to work again; tensions
Before which your faith did not bow
While I anxiously I sought the power again.
Gone, gone, gone, sunset and sunrise
No more to see, no more racing of the rain
Death has broken joy and all our ties.
We are born to laugh awhile, and then to pass
And rare to find for what we came
The purpose that is a child's coin in high grass
That will not show though we call its name.
What then sum and then subtraction of the dust
What then this waste of time and us
Everything is vain here that we love and trust
What this lost of friends and grief of us?
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