How My Heart Sinks + 

How my heart sinks when I behold the sad reflection of my face, + 

A wan and wistful wound, with oh, such meagre grace; + 

How can you hold me dear withal and conjure charms withdrawn. + 

Or does the Autumn twilight hold a charm unknown to dawn? + 

Hold! Do not speak! some day perchance, I’ll read the message dire + 

Within the ashes of the flame, the aftermath of fire, + 

Ere then perhaps I shall have found the highways of the soul + 

Where one may read uncrucified, the blood-words of the scroll. + 

Till then, uphold illusion’s veil before my gaze the while + 

That I may gather strength to fuse from agony, a smile! + 