At first while the shadow engulfs me in woe
Such be the torment of morrow
Devoid of hope that the world dost sow
And yet of abundance hath my sorrow
O music flows and touch'est thy soul
Once a friendliest rapturous glow
All has bowed to naught, put-out coal
Fleeting in nature, out thine flow.
(not yet completed)

drummed at 12:13 PM;