Then speak unto this heart?
Art thou athin the day’s dark hours?
Hast thou then hid from sight o’ me,
And yet do know mine hour?
Gone! Gone! What then hath Earth?
What then doth day to bring
To this the sorry-laden heart o’ me,
That weepeth blood drops here?
Gone! Gone! Yea, but hark!
For I did trick the sorry, loved;