The sky is torn across

　　This ragged¹ anniversary of two

　　Who moved for three years in tune²

　　Down the long walks of their vows³.

　　Now their love lies a loss

　　And Love and his patients roar on a chain；

　　From every tune or crater⁴

　　Carrying cloud， Death strikes their house.

　　Too late in the wrong rain

　　They come together whom their love parted：

　　The windows pour into their heart

　　And the doors burn in their brain.