Do not tell me not to sighfor here was the voicethat murmured my nameand left me no optionbut yield to its claim.
Do not tell me not grievefor here was the treethat gave me my shadethe side of my coincast never to fade.
Do not tell me not to weepfor here was my springthat never runs dryso I, like the waterthat gushes, must cry.
Do not tell me not to mournfor here was my earthmy sun, sea and sky.These memories must liveat least till I die.\
C. D. Curro (2010)
On the whole, I have presented the text linearly. There are many subtleties in ‘Bereft’ that, I believe, only become apparent in a musical setting.