Fare Thee Well Leonore Poem by Shabati Dokyu

To you lady I grace thee much my glee
For the hour wrought the very death of me
In complacent prose I remark thee well
In poetry sung, I bid thee farewell.

Tonight, the moon sings the most perfect dirge
Unsurpassed by any tune of this age
It's music I offer to thee Leonore
To whose beauty lost I place much adore.

Tonight, it sings its most complacent song
Empow'ring my wearied heart of its long
Whence do I would see you dear Leonore?
I long only this, and else nothing more

Tonight, under dark I sulk in sorrow
Vainly seeking the morn I could borrow
To fond all my love to thee Leonore
To whom whose beauty I place much adore

Tonight, my heart slowly dies in darkness
Knowing never will it taste your caress
Till death it shall love you my dear Leonore
It shall only think this, and nothing more

Tonight, the stars are gone from my blurred eyes
With their true beauty lost among my sighs
I beseech thee come my dear Leonore
For these tears and sighs worsen all the more.

Tonight, I dine in joy with my dark solace
For this night is last to bear my sadness
My sadness of parting thee Leonore
My love growing as death comes to adore.

Tonight, I am trying to believe thee
That thy lady was the best dream to be
Though in truth you were real dear Leonore
But ye 'mains a memory all the more

Tonight, I think twas all a fantasy
My love and you were unnecessary
Fate was just a dream with thee Leonore
That you only in dreams I can adore.

Tonight, I wish the day with you would come
To end the tragedy of our last prom
My heart sings only you dear Leonore
Of your beautiful love and nothing more.

Tonight, I wish 'fore death to see you last
TO taste at least what I glee in the past
The pleasure I had with thee Leonore
The lady whom I longed to adore.

Tonight, sorrows acclaimed shall be expend
'Cause tomorrow I shall go and ascend
Happiness I wish my dear Leonore
'Tis the best I can do and nothing more.

Tonight, I realized that all my life
You were the dream and fantasy in my strife
In hour's death my love of thee Leonore
Shall be the solace I only adore

To you lady I grace thee much my glee
For the hour wrought the very death of me
In complacent prose I remark thee well
With my precious love, I bid thee farewell.

In dark sorrow I shall die forsaken
But my love for you is never shaken.
Adieu, in a mood of grimly somber
For never will I love you Leonore.