Xaitu 104:29-30

A moment here, a moment gone,
Why müst Oh Lord Oh Thou me flee?
The sun appear, and then forgone,
No moon her light e’er to decree,
Crepuscule lurid, blind abyss,
Whereon walk I anon alone.

A September, fond remember,
Amidst grey skiey, and rose red eve,
Stillness sounds her, to encounter,
Peace a portal therein bereave,
Of trepid tristful trifling gone,
So fleeting it is so bitter.

But aye amist, breathtaking kiss,
Doth drown away the poignant pain,
I Thee see i‘ such mem’ry bliss,
Thy peace it flow like gentle rain,
Now fleet it fly in fading form,
Only in dream I reminisce.