Gentle Lady

Lo! This fragile shell is vacant now,
Devoid of life's sweet pleasures. Thy spirit has
To heaven flown and I despise those
Gilded wings that bore you home. Nothing in
Heaven or below contains strength enough
To pluck thee from thy lofty vigilance.
For who but I would wish thee here? Cast thy
Gentle eyes away for I should die to
Feel them. Oh! I shall weep mine spirit free!
I am weak beyond weakness, weary beyond
Weariness...Gentle lady, mine heart is
Broken for your sake.Would thy sickly hand
Pull me into thy grave so that I might
Rest with thee? I pray thee rise! Do end
The strife so bitterly laid upon me.
Dark clouds do cloak my conscience.
Gentle lady, why do you with this
Tortuous condition wrench the very hearts
Of men so they might suffer under your will?