Well, I have lost you and I lost you fairly
In my own way and with my full consent say
what you will, kings in autumn rarely went to
their deaths more proud than this one went
Some nights of apprehension and hot weeping
I will confess but that's permitted me, day dried
my eyes, I was not one for keeping rubbed in a caged
A wing that would be free. If I had loved you less or
played you slyly I might have held you for a summer
more. But at the cost of words I value highly and so
such summer as the one before should I out live this
angish and men do I shall have only good to say for you..