I often sailed in stormy seas Against the fiercest winds And often pleaded on my knees To blot my woesome sins. But sweet days would desert me And sadness would blow a soft tear The silent nights would greet me With the bitter notes of despair. For in the sultry spring she rose To welcome the day with a sad sigh Away from me,oh there she goes And left me gloomed to blasted die! For days of old my spirit sprung That fulgent joy,that loving grace That her tender heart had sung To save me from this life of waste. For she gave me a life of meaning and I Through my darksome life of vain Would but these few memories ensky Where the ancient Gods have lain. Now this may be the last poem I write And the very last breath I breathe But today I die for a love so right As the amour moon recede.