The sky is torn across
  This ragged anniversary of two
  Who moved for three years in tune
  Down the long walks of their vows.

  Now their love lies a loss
  And Love and his patients roar on a chain;
  From every tune or crater
  Carrying cloud, Death strikes their house.

  Too late in the wrong rain
  They come together whom their love parted:
  The windows pour into their heart
  And the doors burn in their brain.