"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"
