Too short a time your life did lead,
Filled words beloved nations wide.
Too soon your soul dispelled its creed,
Of burning wit where truth does bide.
Forgive a man whose lines did burn
Of fuel your hand did set afire,
Forgive his tears in woe do yearn
A line he learned and long admired.
Be you in your tomb locked and barred,
Or might heaven have halted peace
From your spirit too charred and scarred,
The fire burnt shall not be ceased.