When Sorely Suffering

When sorely suffering in heart and mind,
I promptly leave the town and world behind.
And then my steps towards the graveyard wend,
Where men are laid by to their dreamless end,
But when it midnight strikes and when on high
The pale moon wanders in the cloudy sky;
The buried corpses interrupt their sleep,
Come forth out of their gloomy, narrow deep,
And clad in white they wander to and fro'
Until the breaking of the dawn a crow
Announces loud; there to the graves I go
When nights I am tormented by my woe.
When, then, I. at the grave of Ethel dear
Can freely weep and with the flowing tear
My doleful soul plaintively sighs, relief
And ease come then to mv heartrending grief...

But then shall I of all sorrow be free
When at thy side thy grave I share with thee.