If Naebody Care For Me,i'll Care For

In Durance Vile 1here Must I Wake And Weep, And All My Frowsy Couch In Sorrow Steep.

What Is Life, When Wanting Love? Night Without A Morning; Love's The Cloudless Summer Sun, Nature Gay Adorning.

Humid Seal Of Soft Affections, Tend'rest Pledge Of Future Bliss, Dearest Tie Of Young Connections, Love's First Snow-drop, Virgin Kiss.

Here's To Us, Who's Like Us Damn Few, And They're All Dead.

Even Every Ray Of Hope Destroyed And Not A Wish To Gild The Gloom.