Now as I am to be bereaft of my troth
   I cry aloud my last words of lost hope.
   A violent gust of wind is my frame of mind;
   Huxes 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 of 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 reign of entity -
   My tears descend like of ebony -
   Life is the theatre of tragedy -
   Dying - I only feel apathy!