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