- - My Stella- 58

Unknown pain seized my heart and I am lost, In the road forlorn and in the field lone. Something inside broke with latent accent. An image of my former self no likeness, Now a simulacrum of an unthought fancy. I am a carious soil consumed by void. As worms eat bijou burgeon I was eaten up, Plentiful pain or pleasure profuse sealed. Frozen is the pain with no notion left. Old familiar faces, the humble abode of, parents and venture in cold, water, heat. Now a fiction, of miraculous dream gone. Poverty is liquefied and with itall hexes, of life, Penury is mounted with dead solvency. Childhood is a dream juvenile is warm and a lover is full of life. All wistful gifts of life is a reminiscent, A full aged being is dead to life and thefardel of duty is a killing upas. The rising sun of mylove is the setting of my full moon dream. O Stella! Thou art for this valedictory heart the beacon of life.