When mine eyes near to close - for truest sleep
then best her gentle hand beside me hold...

The cyclic seasons give a cause in soul
to view the mortal realm in seasons gone...

How does your beauty fair in Godly realms?
My eyes have placed you there for such compare...

A poet suffers for his part;
In penning that which stains his heart...

If found her beauty, then have found my eyes:
As painter's draw their muse, do mine of hers...

As I now ponder through the many years
I sift regrets as if to deal with cards...