Elegy II

The minutes we had now feel so small,

But in this grief I can be glad

For I have learnt, in times this bad,

A minute is better than nothing at all.

Though happiness appears to hide,

I cannot question the hand of love

That made you, and from up above

Plucked and placed you by His side.

I cannot put in words your worth,

Between these lines, I find no way,

The only certainty I say:

You were like heaven, not this earth.