Versamelde gedigte

A thought

Tears cannot allay

The anger, the pain,

That I feel when I know

I shall never again

See you sit at my side with the glow

Of the firelight on your face.

O, may I have grace

In the years ahead,

To remember you so,

Though your presence has fled

From this world where my wild passions blow

Bitter flakes like wind-flailed spray.