Ask me not my love that love

With which once I loved you so.

Ask me not why my youthful heart lay

Desolate , although tis happy month of May.

Your   refreshing beauty can put  in peril many fold

But now  cannot evoke in me  the   passions old.

My heart is an old churchyard mere

Where doleful songs of death , crows sing.

Ah:ask me not what freezings  ,I felt , when you  left.

My marrow chilled and  my heart cleft

In thousand pieces or  more .I saw    Black Angel’s Chariot  

In raging flames. 

My mind   racked with thunders of mighty Joe.

My body bore the  weight of bellowing  oceans, 

 So much so

The happy spring to me seemed a never ending twilight