I Have Fled My Country And Gone

Cold Inthe Earthand The Deepsnow Piled Abovethee, Far, Far, Removed, Cold In The Dreary Grave! Have I Forgot, My Only Love, To Love Thee, Severed At Last Bytime's All-serving Wave?

In Secret Pleasure — Secret Tears This Changeful Life Has Slipped Away

Any Relic Of The Dead Is Precious, If They Were Valued Living.

It Is For God To Punish Wicked People; We Should Learn To Forgive.

And, Even Yet, I Dare Not Let It Languish, Dare Not Indulge In Memory's Rapturous Pain; Once Drinking Deep Of That Divinest Anguish, How Could I Seek The Empty World Again?