I lornd to love him with oll of my hart,
He was my North,My South, My East and West,
My work Weekli and my Sunday rest,
My noon ,My Midnight, My Talk, My Song;
I thought that love would last forever ; I was wrong

The stars are not wanted now; put out every one;
Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun;
Pour away the ocean and sweep up tha wood;
For nothing now can ever come to any good !