Forgotten Ground Regained
Mild Soul of Mine [After Camoes]
Mild soul of mine who meekly went forthToo soon from this world, full of sorrows,Have your rest now in Heaven’s haven,While I wait on earth, weeping endlessly.If on Heaven’s throne whence you were hauledA souvenir of this life be somehow vouchsafed,Forget not that fire of love that fired so brightWhich you saw in my eyes shining so fiercely/If you should see something of the sadness,My longing and the lifelong grief of losing youMerits mention or, perhaps, memory,Pray to God who preyed on your poor life,That he lift me from this life to look on you again.
Copyright © Ian Holt, 2024
First published in Forgotten Ground Regained: A Journal of Alliterative Verse, New Series, Issue 4, Fall, 2024