Before your ever blackness comes, let know:
By candle lit, your light lives in new breath
And bless-ed birth your beauty's self bestow:
No beauty cease in-all, in ceaseless death,
For you're now young again, tho' you feel waned
As mine views youth of new and yours the same,
Tho' pupils drape with drops of salty stained-
Abundant tears, since they're now where it came.
As you thereon, shall I hereon have grew-
And lover's flower made to blossoms on,
That there in time, times two extend of you
And onward glow past that have known you gone.
Then shall not tears wet on our future tree
Despite your state, shall prove you outlive me.