I
Alas the future held in store
divinity, at least in part;
this may be valued so much more —
a break of wave upon a heart.

II
Forgive the past, it has no worth,
though, a weak man it might move;
Divide your heaven from your Earth,
without a fear who disapproves

III
In me, forsake this present’s stain
the second, the minute, the hour flies;
Let go the notions in your brain,
of time when we know love’s the prize.

IV
I’ll weep later, in some future spot
with joy and most tenderly
as all these pains shall be forgot
and only love will dwell in me.

V
As an albatros hangs on gull’s cruel raves,
I will endure what this present sows:
a silent contemplation of the waves
when a violent storm so vicious grows

VI
Alas, in velvet night so deep,
the soft bells of tomorrows toll;
Then on every breeze as I sleep —
I see no future for my soul.