An Elegy
Fate has little short of folly,
what prophecy drew thee to this end,
what actions ought thou to repent,
why was thy life so short of jolly,
worries covered by night's embrace,
like blankets over sorrow lain,
in dreams we find what death dare erase,
is it thee I see in twilight's vein?
but no voice echoes anymore,
no hammer glitters in the dark,
all light from days of yore,
has left no single mark.
