The day is sad as I am sad,

But that no moment can abate

That pang that is all I have had

To take with me and see and feel

While life goes by like a mere wheel.

No. Deeper things than skies and plains

Are dark and lower'd o'er in me.

My sorrows are more empty pains

Than of which plains landscapes can symbols be.

And my own [?] weight of life and self

Resembles nothing but itself.