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