Alas, For The Effects Of Bad Tea

The Old Church Tower And Garden Wall Are Black With Autumn Rain And Dreary Winds Foreboding Call The Darkness Down Again

By This Curious Turn Of Disposition I Have Gained The Reputation Of Deliberate Heartlessness; How Undeserved, I Alone Can Appreciate.

You're Hard To Please: So Many Friends And So Few Cares, And Can't Make Yourself Content.

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

You Have Left Me So Long To Struggle Against Death, Alone, That I Feel And See Only Death! I Feel Like Death!