Now as I am to bereaft of my troth
I cry aloud my last words of lost hope
A violent gust of wind is my frame of mind
Fluxes like moisture through pores
I am unwilling to forgive
Him who depriev'd me of my life
Gloaming the sequence
A momentary view
Perishing intervals of rejoice
My supreme happiness is lost
Baleful emotions od fear, my body is the earth
The earth is now destinéd to be made forlorn
Forlorn from the enlivening energies
Am I not anylonger living?
In mournful silence I suffer
In peace I now will rest
My hard-working hands
Are now reposéd
I close thee my belovéd into my heart
Conceal thy memory in my inner sanctum
In my thoughts thou shalt forever be
As a dear and precious remembrance
I'm dethronéd in the rain of entity
My tears descent like of ebony
Life is the theatre of tragedy
Dying - I only feel apathy
