I: born in flight, breathing war's smoke,
encircled with fire and steel, my father's worry,
my mother's pain, was shoved into the light
as my country sank into angry, burning night.
I saw the world, and soon I looked away,
since I encountered all its terrors in just one day.
Although I died young, if you only count days,
count my fears, and I was very old.
(1660)