SONG OF SEPARATION

Two that I love must live alone,

Far away.

All in the world I can call my own,

Only they.

Mother and boy in the rocking chair,

Thinking of one who cannot be there,

Breathing a hope that is half a prayer;

Night and day, night and day.

Here in my cell I must sit alone,

Clothed in grey.

Bars of iron and walls of stone

Bid me stay.

What of the world with its pomp and show?

Baubles of nothing! This I know:

Deep in my heart I miss them so

Night and day, night and day.