I Gave Him My Heart, And He

The Night Is Darkening Round Me, The Wild Winds Coldly Blow; But A Tyrant Spell Has Bound Me And I Cannot, Cannot Go. The Giant Trees Are Bending Their Bare Boughs Weighed With Snow; The Storm Is Fast Descending, And Yet I Cannot Go. Clouds Beyond Clouds Above Me, Wastes Beyond Wastes Below; But Nothing Drear Can Move Me; I Will Not, Cannot Go.

What Kind Of Living Will It Be When You - Oh, God! Would You Like To Live With Your Soul In The Grave?

You Know, I've Had A Bitter, Hard Life Since I Last Heard Your Voice And If I've Survived It's All Because Of You.

You Know That I Could As Soon Forget You As My Existence!

It’s No Company At All, When People Know Nothing And Say Nothing,’ She Muttered.