deep in my soul a tender secret dwells

lonely and lost to sight for evermore

save when to you my heart responsive swells

then trembles into silence as before

there in its center a sepulcharal lamp

burns the slow flame eternal but unseen

which not the darkness of despair can damp

though vain its ray as it had ever been

in some hidden crevice, of this grim cadaver

comes from the deep a cry for fates graceful

favour

the only thought that my heart, dare not brave

is my last love, cannot grant my last wish

my fondest, faintest memories hear

grief for the dead, no virtue can reprove

then give me all I ever asked, a tear

the first, last sole reward of so much love