Exile
If break you must, then silent do the deed
My painful heart; we cannot let her hear
The dissolution of your muscled force!.
Unheard within this exiled body, tear
Yourself apart with noiseless wrack and bleed
To death with no sound of remorse!.
Your children are all lost to fondest sight;
Your life’s companion has fled your side
And all your interests in England lie
Out of your reach, beyond the heaving tide
Which barriers your hopes as darkest night
Obscures once-daylit scenes. In silence die!.
Those who would mock at your unfortunate demise
Have not known love; they only merit your despise!.
