Of solitude sadness eternal
made mistress of all and of one.
Fear of encounters nocturnal!
Lack of a damaging sun!
A body consumptive and senile
in combat with life's endless loss,
forever on debt to infernal
mysteries of love yet unsolved.
In multitude layers of sorrow
heralding a summer-long grief.
We'll pray for salvation tomorrow,
in autumn we'll pray for relief.
And all that is now will perish.
And all that will be won't stay long.
A season we've only to cherish,
a moment and then it is gone.
