My Voice

WITHIN this restless, hurried, modern world

We took our hearts' full pleasure--You and I

And now the white sails of our ship are furled

And spent the lading of our argosy.

Wherefore my cheeks before their time are wan

For very weeping is my gladness fled

Sorrow hath paled my lip's vermilion

And Ruin draws the curtains of my bed.