The Bard's Lament

The Bard’s Lament Her silken locks are auburn hued Her smile, with day’s long toils subdued Her gait, as water smoothly flowing Her form is God’s transcendence showing As sweet the sound of placid streams Her voice resounding in my dreams She is Summer, from recent Spring Still blooming, growing fragrant things While I am Autumn, nearing cold Grasping youth, while growing old Time is cruel, my dreadful foe Against it, I’ll not victory know My fate I ne’ertheless embrace Providence has revealed my place A character in life’s sweet play I’ve selected my own role to play But if the script were mine to write Would I arise to other heights Or would I look back and wish to be That man I am, God chose for me So, though our hearts will never blend I’ll hold her as my cherished friend.