What they see this day,
As thee are not as thee were then,
So loth to die this day.
Faded lips, what cherry hue
Did kiss thy love in life,
When you were he, and he was you,
Freed from mortal strife.
Bitter tears, should these be cried,
For thee for this death did long,
And thee loved him, untill he died,
So lost shall be thy song.
Weary limbs now lay to rest,
And glisten does the nigh,
For in thy life which time was best,
When mortal wed the even light?