Perpetual Light, by William Rose Benet
“Ah, do not turn to me that face which is no longer
of this world!…
There are enough angels to
serve the mass in Heaven!
Have pity on me, who
am only a man without wings,
who rejoiced in this
companion God had given me,
and that I should
hear her sigh with her head resting on my shoulder!…
the bitterness like the bitterness of
myrrh… And for you age is already come.
But how hard it is to renounce when the heart is