Under God's hand a creature grew, men like yet different, so lovely, fair, that what in the world was fair and true seemed mean and wrong now if compared, or in her summed up and contained, and O her looks which from that time infused sweetness into my heart, so unfelt before, so sublime, that would value it didn't part everything which now had its part, and all was filled with the spirit of love and amorous delight, that each moment was the dearest that I could spend under her sight, and I could see why right was right. She disappeared and left me dark, I woke alone with yearning heart, with nothing left but to disembark, to search in unite which was parted, or else her loss with sorrow in part, deploring this loss forever, all pleasures I shall endure, for I am bound by this tether, await endlessly to endure, wondering hopelessly unsure. So still I wake in light or dark to face the nightmares of the world, to sharpen my swords and hit my mark, for us respite is unreserved, and pain is all that is deserved.