Here now you do appear out of grim air
While yet it seems that you did never leave,
Absconding to a place, I know not where—
And now again returned, my heart to reave.
I am bled dry by last your score so deep
My precious love spilled wide upon the ground
There mingled with fierce tears no eyes could keep
Full brimmed in pain, that overed and fell down.
What could you fairly say to mend that day
Or heal my ragged cleaved woe savaged breast?
What words or actions could here so defray
That sinful smite no soul could ever rest?
Perhaps you’ve come to relish in my pain
And in so doing, live your joys again.
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Loubert S Suddaby poems 