I cry in shock, my sense of surety lost.
And with that loss, my heart is rent asunder,
A shattered joy as fragile as morn’s frost.
My soul, enshrouded in this blackest thunder,
Recoils with lacerations madly cross’d,
As Love, as e’er the greatest human-hunter,
Doth choose its targets new—my dreams deglossed,
Exposed to Time through countless human blunders.
This night shall sleep evade me, pass me by,
And shocked, and wide-eyed, I, stillèd, will lie
To fear my dreams, to watch my wants expire…
I pray this time’s not past; I scream, I cry,
And grasp the floating memories—O fie!
What spirit’s taken you, my one desire?