Oh, my sweet,
My soul-mate and
My only spouse!
You, who did sustain
Me in my mind's travail,
Are gone, and I am lost;
Unutterably alone.

We two could be prolific now.
Create together, and find
Peace for me in your
Obstetric ministrations.
But these children--
Pushing, crowding, crying
To be born are doomed.

Ah, grief!
To be divorced from you
At such a time as this.