Grief, brief taker, unfather me now. Sadness, unmother me. Graveward I've faced the advancing waves Of advancing seas. Too long the tick's arc, the second's digital flip Has lighted me theeward Grief, unwarded from your casual blows, The stealing weather That washes fair faces to bone. Sadness, old mother, Drop the salt bottle that put tears in my eyes All my undying days; Drop the long needles that engender my sighs. Sadness, unmother me. Grief, brief taker, unfather me now.