She clasped with her heart the yearning of love,
The unerring hearth beneath the joy, sobbed
The warmest breath of the summer air,
She longed for shadow, the light of his bare.
She clung to his time the endless river
Of thoughts of the chimes of bells of never,
Unending moments, ever unbending
Lies and the love — of life and feeling.
Stared at the chiaroscuro, his plain form,
How she misses him, present, so forlorn,
“He will stay longer,” she prays, and she knows,
For an iota of love that mirrors, that shows.