Within my Book of Memory

Within my book of Memory,

My heart found written there

The hist'ry of its great despair,

Illumined was it tearfully.

Yet in effacing the most fair

Image of my love, with care,

Within my book of Memory,

My heart was still writ there.

Alas! my heart she ne'er will see?

Yet day and night incessantly,

My heart is crushed by misery,

Great drops fall on it ceaselessly,

Within my book of Memory.