Dear winter sands, come now behold
These prayers of mercy for the dawn's revelation.
He is tired now with thoughts that don’t become;
Please efface this cup of yesterday’s delusion.

Save my words with changes none
Before this day to night becomes;
Let the ones loved be forever so,
Let them last till this day is no more.

Like you choose for summer, a winter’s night;
And for darkness, the dawn’s first light,
Subject the present to your subtle elusive slaughter,
And spare these children who knowingly falter.