Bright Venus, roving far across the sky,
Oh, listen to me sing in plaintive tones
Of heavy cares and sorrows that are known
As long as your fair face shines forth on high.
I feel no solace when my wakeful eye
Is watching you bear witness to my own
Hard life. What can I do, lost and alone,
But greet my restful bed with tears and sighs.
Now peacefulness and soft repose may come
To those who have endured the day and keep
Their dreamings well in hand for quiet sleep,
But when I dream, his face moves into view.
I think of how he died, so far from home
And I must cry in pain the whole night through.
© 2000 Alice Park