Curse

Let us see on the silver lake
The moon descending, once awake.

The mirror of the waters change
Less than your soul, my lover strange.

Selene who casts her furtive beams
Takes light the pain of lovers’ dreams.

And so my soft and plaintive song
Shall never know your comfort wrong.

The love of man, a heavy grief,
The pity of a woman, brief.

Let us see on the silver lake
The moon descend for goodness’ sake.

My teacher was a fleeting ghost,
A lie for one short year.
What I might soon regret the most
Is fit for only God to hear.