Is this retribution,
For pain and sorrow has raptured you,
My heart is driven ever round,
There can be no solution,
But to no longer contend with apprehension,
Nothing to be gained,
Nothing to be found,
Amity and peace ending,
Remorse that this heart is still beating,
Accursed and loathsome evermore,
Heaved to the heavens and then descending.
