Lucrative
Imagining a clever me
To lose your brilliant mind
Has managed not to irritate
Nor falter you behind
Tho’ painting smiles and fading grace
Gain distant to resent
Pain will call to cry or fall
For tearful sentiment
Warming thoughts hold your embrace
Enrapt with tender play
As loving hints of Ether's charm
Speak easily our way
Aye, 'tis hard for me to speculate
With compromising pride
For whether fortune’s pained or gained
Of this I can’t decide.
