As I lay lonely ‘neath the summer showers,
all sad and wilted like forgotten flowers;
I took my comfort from a crumb so tiny,
a thought, as small as diamond dewdrop, shiny:
That she, my life of love on earth, so tender
would not forget me, my sweet heartbreak mender.
That while I breathed upon the world still turning
and old Aurora kept on rising, burning;
she’d visit this vile vale of sorrow
to pledge to me that on some bright tomorrow
we’d meet, once more, upon a moonlit meadow,
alive, in love, in land of no more shadow.