I understand, my mentor dear,
That you cannot bring Dashie back;
That doing so'd to space-time wrack
An instability, we fear.
Oh you, who governs hill and lea,
Control the Sun, yet cannot fend
Off death, except the aether rend --
You too must share your grief with me.
That I am join'd by friend and Lord
In grief does not alleviate
My suff'ring; nor do they abate,
The laments I to her afford.