The Lady of Mine
Once, that fair lady passed me by
In a sward of thorny dead roses.
Life she bade in me, and the world
of mine changed; O! Her gleaming
Dark eyes; O! Her black sunlit hair
Flown above me, I stumbled.
She was the essence of destruction,
The beauty of ugliness, the life of the dead.
All, my lady included - of wholeness and
Emptiness of memories; O! Her memory
In my life; O! that lady did pass me by
And turned my day into long night.
Mine world did collapse, when I saw
The flowery cheecks of wounds and lesions
Wished I to see her the next day
Of Salvation; O! Her bright skin
Lit the way; O! The lady of mine fled
Away, and was gone so that I live again.