When We Dissever

What hast thou gotten

Besides that stinking and rotten

Corpse? That lifeless body

Which those days, those gaudy

Days, like the gentle fly,

Make it so ravishing and putrefied!

When thou becomest like this dove,

Remember that thou still hast my love!

And though parted by our two addled carrion,

We have to recall to carry on

With our souls enclosed by the vultures,

With our minds filled with torment and culture!