Time is so brief I fear
In which to have you near
Your work extends you so
And I love you so dear
Our work is all one though
Whichever path we go
A labour without peer
To set the stage aglow
Pursue dramatic art?
Sounds grand – but that’s our part.
What are the golds of autumn day
But copper coins while I’m away?
The leaves that wreath – all yellow and green...
How much my love for you has cost me dear
For love I have surrendered loneliness
The choice of life bereft of cheer...