Bring not thy candle close to me
for I'd not bear it shouldst thou see
how flow my feelings full and free
for that which will not be.
My downcast eyes, my turn of head
should let thee know my deep, dark dread;
and keep thee from continued tread
toward me, not far ahead.
Keep to thine own way and thy place.
Let not thy form or soft, sweet face
enter unto me to embrace
for time cannot erase.
What passed between will ne'er again,
nor ever will this torture end,
for I have lost my truest friend
for want of what can't mend.
Yes, broken now and ever more
lie shards of glass upon the floor
from what beloved hands had bore
as treasure through the door.
So come not near nor take one chance
that love wouldst ever so enhance
what ended just before the dance
and bleeds now pierced by lance.
This broken body, bathed in blood
lies floating near upon the flood
as red as any spring's rosebud
and thick as any mud.
Return from whether thou hast come
and act, if must, as deaf and dumb
to what thou seest, please, be mum
and let thy feelings numb.