Something has my heart to saySomething on my brest does weighThat when I would full fain be gay Still pulls me back.
Something evil does this loadMost assuredly forebode,So my experience sadly shew'd Too well I know.
Sometimes, as if with mocking guileThe pain departs a little while,Then I can dance and sing and smile With merry glee --
But soon, to soon it comes againThe sulky, stifling, leaden pain,As a black cloud is big with rain 'Tis big with woe.
All I ask is but to knowThe depth and nature of the woe.I hope not for a wind to blow The cloud away.
I hear an inarticulate soundWherein no fixed sense is foundBut sorrow, sorrow without bound Of what or where.
