Loneliness

These iron grills, giant grills keep me away
From the light and sound so enchanting
Very near to me, yet far off.
My sighs rise up
To the wilderness of the sky;
I wish, my dear, you were here!

These thorn beds, wild beds fear me away
From the hue and sweet so endearing
Very near to me, yet far off.
My silence sings
To the loneliness of the groves;
I wish, my dear, you were here!

These burning fumes, cruel fumes choke me away
From the food and drink so relishing
Very near to me, yet far off.
My hunger cries out
To the harshness of the hearth;
I wish, my dear, you were here!