The day arrived, when myriad teary rivers flow and the muted wind faintly died in his tears—an altar for the beloved one's departure, for sister-hood is no more, for her to adore!while pangs the beating world in a lamenting voice;their remembering loss of the 'one' they embrace most and when the crepuscular came like a phantom, the mournful, gathered birds swiftly flew in gloom.

Venus and Crepuscule: Beauty and Violence on Me Thrown