Veronica Sumerton
Volume 4
Gone! Gone to the grave has my beloved fled
Fled this forsaken world.
In hatred turned I to the sea
And asked it’s rushing banks a plea:“Why hast thou spirit enough to flow
On the morn I must let my beloved go!”
Then in remorse, shout my revenge
With heart set to avenge
To shining sun aloft I scream
“How canst thou shine!
Satisfy my pain and let it rain!”
Cried I to the wind,
“Match the state my heart is in!
Blow the trees up from their mound,
Break all loved things and send them round!
How dare thou be so blissfully gentle
My soul finds no comfort in your sentimental!”
On my knees I weeped,
“Wretched breeze so soft and sweet
rip me apart and set me free
from all the joy I see”
I writhe and weep.
My heart is stone.
Yet from earth seeps joy alone.
When all the world would not answer me
In shame I turned to thee:
“Oh God, will your creation not mourn with me?”
“Command the sea to weep and sun to hide its shining ray,
let no love befall this day.”
And to heart of woe did God’s gentle face show.
“Daughter wrought with despair
tis not that the world not care,
the river runs on such a morn in joy
for soul torn from hell's ploy.
The sun shines with glee
for thine beloved comes to me,
And though the wind doth not start to your complaint,
My heart hears.
For you, I weep without restraint.”