1 Hark! In short lines | shall I lament
2 Swan-song in mid-earth | spring-storm in heaven
3 That set in my life-end | seen in my lone-soul.
4 Have I skills supreme | suffer yet sorrow,
5 Many spectacles wrought | yet all sanity lost.
6 The Church at Auvers | candle light feeble,
7 anigh on the end | at Eternity’s gate,
8 The Starry Night dark | the sadness so stark.
9 Final works finished | Flamma now vanqusihed.
10 Lux æterna | live in my pectus;
11 Leoht æwicnesse | lodge with my heortan.
12 Light in that soul: | laðlic morbum.
13 La tristesse durera toujours.
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