In storm of thought, my heart in tempest tossed,  

A mountain vast of duties left undone,  

I sit in vain, with solace rudely crossed,  

And weep where silent shadows find the sun.

Each moment’s breath was steeped in fondest dream,  

Of me, you're a constant muse, in each design.  

With careful hand, I wove a love supreme,  

And sought to please you in each grand design.

Yet now, two weeks, and I was turned away,  

A stranger’s coldness wraps what once was home.  

Did I but dream that you wish to stay,  

Or was our love a fleeting, broken tome?

In solitude, I mourn and weep alone,  

For joy is lost, and all my heart is stone.