No one to heed my weakness should I moan.
Again! I will not live.
Death is no worse than this eternal night—
Those resting in the grave heed not the light!
Small comfort can ye give.
Yes, Death is welcome as my only friend
In the calm grave my sorrows will have end.
Talk not to me of hope!
Have you not told me it is all in vain—
That while I live I may not see again?