How I celebrate the morning,
In it's warm, and welcoming light!
Though how I dread the wretched darkness,
And the gruesome tortured night!

For my thoughts deprive me of sleep
And accompany the shadows
Cast in gloom.
And in those hours I only weep
And fear my pending doom.

And even the splendid moon,
Does not lift my spirits, more.
And love grants no boons
Than what my heart had felt before.