Now Sleeping.
How whiter than white are your pale lips, shaping
Now not a word, immovable, soundlessly making
Their roundness even more ground into my heart.
Your lovely long unsoiled tresses coiled and parted
With fine straightened lines above velvet-soft face
Unwrinkled once pink now ever remaining a babe\'s.
Those feel-of-rosebud hands laid immobile beneath
The shroud, why did you leave me Infanta impeach
All my hopes and dreams the most gentle of access
To paradise lay in your smile now sleeping princess
The pavane will be dancing you soon into soundless
Rest while I restive remain and be always bounded
To pain in not saying final goodbyes so crying adieu
I now await the yet un-created, this life without you