"O stars beneath you I'm along the line. Now thou's turn'd out, for my trouble. " "Thou are prop for me in my sad loneliness. Centenary passed, still immure with hopes. " "Oh! Thy woeful appearance, distracted by greif. Thy veriest glint, you have concealed your greif. " Remember o stars, I'll until then, be distress. Unless thou keep thy head elevated my grievance. " "It's about dawn, let me absorb inside you. Deplete my painful b oudium in your spritual silence"