The shadow that comes to end day’s reverie

Will bring the dark, and close my eyelids fast,

Enabling this soul of mine, at last,

To slough off anguish and anxiety.

That darkness, though, will not leave memory

On that far shore where once it brightly blazed,

Instead, my flame will burn through icy waves

To flout the laws of death’s finality.

Soul, in which a godhead was enclosed,

Veins, through which a humor’s fire arose,

Marrow, the seat of earthly passion’s reign,

Will fly the body, but quiddity retain;

Though ash, they will have sensibility,

Be dust enamored through eternity.