Alas, this strain will worsen -
I'm just a lonely person,
the more I sought of happiness,
the more, my feeble fate found less
in riddles of anxiety
which soon bestowed the answer "me"
but still the other answer seek
in strong reflections of the weak.
Alas, my lonely person
will wane through life and worsen.

The more my merry fingers sought,
the less the hands reflection brought,
and in escape to veils profound
my mound the pale alignment found
to wade through crowds of crows unbound -
but still this lonely person
will wane through life and worsen.