as to some lovely temple tenantless
long since that once was sweet with shivering brass
knowing well its altars ruined and the grass
grown up between the stones yet from excess
of grief hard driven or great loneliness
the worshipper returns and those who pass
marvel him crying on a name that was
so is it now with me in my distress
your body was a temple to delight
cold are its ashes whence the breath is fled