I loved thee in another kind of life
that time had seemed to scatter and erase:
the pain, the joys, the sorrows, and the strife
forgotten—washed away without a trace,
and all we shared was doomed to be consigned
into the dust of hist’ry. Unawares,
I stumbled in and found thee thus confined,
an echo and an answer to my prayers.
Then, lost but not forgotten, memory
ascended on my mind as like the dawn,
and all at once thou were returned to me,
remembered, put to rest: and thus were gone.
Thou rose upon me glowing as the day—
and then, my love, my light, were swept away.