Memorial Song

Little Louise, in vain You drank the dew of passion Which descended to your bolster From undone motherly eyes.

Your fluttering soul sailed Towards the region of light, With the viatic of the bells Announcing the end of day.

You were so white, with Your face effused with gleam And your little hands in cross Sealing your still heart.

I accompanied your journey To the infinite with the rhythm Of my sobs: the music Of my naive soul Starting her initiation To the harmony of sorrow.

Now, after wandering

So long on the face of the earth, I revive that scene And sense in the violet hour Which reappears to my being, Those knells intoning the "Ave."

They come in line and Like lamenting creatures, With voices of broken strings, Descend to exile in my heart.