But yesterday, renouncing happiness,
I scorned contented
souls who held love dear,
And who exchanged the
autumn's fog and chill
For the spring sun's
caressing warmth and cheer.
I said that while the
world is full of tears,
And dense, unbroken
darkness reigns around
It were a shame to
dream of ease and bliss
Within one's own
home-corner to be found,
