The Day Gone By, With Your Sweet Presence

The day gone by, with your sweet presence,
Was a cloudless sky in winter shadow,
Which proves the night of your absence
Is darker to the eye of the soul,
Than the burden of the body here below,
That body of which I find myself bereft.
For, from the very instant that you left,
Like a hare, crouching in its form,
I listen now to strange sounds adrift,
Lost in the dark of this Egyptian storm.