Love has gone and abandoned me and the days are on the whole indistinguishable;
Eat I should, and rest I will,— and would that night were
Be that as it may, ah!— to lie conscious and hear the moderate hours strike!
Would that it were day once more!— with nightfall close!
Love has gone and abandoned me and I don't comprehend what to do;
Either or what you will is all the same to me;
Be that as it may, every one of the things that I start I leave before I'm through,—
There's little use in anything to the extent I can see.