Desolate

His heart, hopelessly clouded,

Shook within, with thunder,

As bitter drops,

Born of the tempest-

His eyes, discharged!

 

In deep darkness-

Shadows of melancholy;

In a chamber-

So oppressive and well barred.

 

A mortal knelt-

Though of great nobility,

Weeping for noble fortunes,

Foolishly marred!

  

Weeping woefully-

Cursing that blunder,

A life of,

Passionate fury was purged.