Feels like a last day,
To where I see that lonely leaf,
And it is end of a sublunary being,
Then what am I?
So sharp to see the reality,
And yet living in a dreamy cloud,
Searching beyond a blazing reign,
When fails again falls,
Weeping till another new,
Sprawling all those rueful tears,
Until no back nor front is to be seen,
When I see others rising with shining colours,
With words and feelings seems to be deadly..