A cast-iron fence,
A bed of pine,
How sweet that I no longer
Need to be jealous.
A bed’s made for me
With sobbing and prayer;
Now go wherever on earth
You wish, God bless you!
Now your ears won’t burn
With frenzied speech,
Now a candle won’t flicker
Till the dawn.
We’ve achieved a peace,
And immaculate days…
You weep – I’m not worth
A single one of your tears.
