A fleet of stormclouds hid the morning light
The chariot of Helios, its golds
Amid the azures halcyon unfolds,
Behind the battle lines of day-in-night
I grieve as for a friend untimely lost
Whose springtime company my spirit sought
And ‘neath such gloomy tides I mourn my lot
That Heaven’s barriers cannot be crossed
O, ring of billowed smoke! How can it be
That day resembles dusk’s dim candle snuffed?
Who’d wish Elijah’s beams behind a tuft
Of melancholy and a falling sea?
Though day may pass, Apollo out of reach
I pray tomorrow he the clouds will breach