Our Sun -- An Elegy

Cold!
Cold was thy brow to touch,
No warm hand anymore,
For us to clutch!

No sun did set,
Nor rose a moon.
We came to thee but
Thou hath left er too soon!

We grope for thee,
Oh, Thou art gone!
Er we saw,
Thou had passed on!

All hope dashed
It's now just tears
Unhealed hearts,
For years...and years!

Oh, come back Thee!
We pine, we long.
Come sing to us
Just one more song!

Sweet smiles no more.
No more thy touch!
No warm hand
For us to clutch!

No light anymore
No peace, just tears.
No light anymore
Our Sun, thou hast set!