Sonnet Cxii:

CXII Gone, gone! The rayless window sheds no light Upon my upturned eyes; the graceful girl Whose distant presence made my senses whirl, Is but a memory of the empty night. Tears, bitter tears! O where, thou creature bright, Life of my heart, my pure, transcendent pearl, Has darkness caught thee in its giddy swirl, And drowned thy beauties to thy lover's sight? Gone, gone! And I so desolate! O bell, Chiming for vespers, but in every tone Echoing my anguish with thy airy groan; Why mock my heart with thy accordant groan? Why make Heaven's dismal hollow ache and swell With that one doleful sentence--gone, gone, gone?