At tunnel's end,
do comprehend,
your hope is there:
God gets you there.
...
Thank you...
comma, for allowing me to pause a little,
semi-colon, when I want to pause longer,
...
When you, much-loved poet, shall die,
sure as sunrise, I will come by,
to share with you some solitude,
...
A person dies,
we commit his body to earth,
we commend his soul to God,
...
On the pyre lies now my corpus
pierced by your love lethiferous,
I will silently bear all pain,
...
The craggy hills
are my pillows,
the wintry chill
...