The Lamp Was Quiet

He fell so broke our lamp, a sphere of stone Made by potters on the Suffolk Coast The lamp was silent, it was he who groaned I was not angry, though I may have moaned I loved our lamps but I loved him the most He fell so broke our lamp, a sphere of stone For human time on earth is just a loan And of it’s wasting, who am I to boast? The lamp was quiet, the man it was who groaned Like a candle when the flame is blown His life force waned, I saw as I was close He fell so broke our lamp, a sphere of stone By the following week, his soul had flown I heard the music of a distant Host The room was quiet, my love no longer groaned Of the love of God, I long to boast Despite that, some devil my heart froze Why go down and break that lamp forlorn The lamp is silent, now I am alone