I'm trapped in my own labyrinth, funny isn't it?
And no one's willing to lend me a hand
The string that keeps me back is already broken
The light that gives me hope has slowly faded ...
Sometimes, to solace my sad heart, I say,
Though late it be, though lily-time be past,
Though all the summer skies be overcast,
Haply I will go down to her, some day,
And cast my rests of life before her feet,
That she may have her will of me, being so sweet
And none gainsay!