Alone.

These tears that echo of my hearts despair,
And declares to grief--my love alone,
Has bathe my spirit in a storming tide,
That washes ashore--my dreams alone,
And in these depths the coldness sold to me,
Thoughts of joy--my happiness alone.

These tears that bid my dying soul to break,
And binds to sorrow--my fears alone,
Has painted a portrait there beside none,
of a man without--my life alone,
and there upon the tomb without a name,
no flowers will rest--my death alone.