In The Desert A Fountain Is Springing,

Dim With The Mist Of Years, Gray Flits The Shade Of Power.

If I Could Always Read, I Should Never Feel The Want Of Company.

I Die But First I Have Possessed, And Come What May, I Have Been Blessed.

In Secret We Met - In Silence I Grieve, That Thy Heart Could Forget, Thy Spirit Deceive. If I Should Meet Thee After Long Years, How Should I Greet Thee? - With Silence And Tears

Alas! How Deeply Painful Is All Payment!