What life is this
That passes through the day
And cannot hold to your sweet kiss
And must resume the fray
The waters in the morning light
Glance up and to and fro
But I am held in some dark night
Compelled to leave and go
Though your heart is fresh and free
And given without reserve
It feels as chains may ever be
New chains I must deserve
Fret not for me my sweet love
Nor endure these hasty words
For surely you will ascend above
And I will die unheard
Poetry and Verse 