When to the treasur’d friends vanish’d from thought
I bemoan the woe that summoned them hence
Heavily did I wail afresh that brought;
This day’s weeping that hath born the expense
Sailing upon grief’s sea of tears did I;
Such sad account live to tell thy story
Of sorrow and loss such that drown mine eye
And depths of endless night cancel glory
Many a mem’ry hath old wounds denied;
A dwelling where love’s history twas lost
In passion doth end that thy crime defied
Grievance, thy mistress, be thou dream tossed
And hope doth end within mine soul embossed
For thine hero doth prove an endless frost.