Silence,arelonely,aloneontheemptyslowlywestwing.
Lookedupdays,onlyonecurvedlikethehookofthecompany.
Lowertheheadtolook,seebuttonwoodisolatedandlonelyintheyard,deepcourtyardwasenvelopedintheautumncoldanddesolate.
Thatcutcutconstantly,alsotheprinciple,reasonnotclear,letapersonafflictedwith,itisofnationalsubjugation.
Thelongmelancholywrappedaroundtheheart,butisanotherkindofanineffablepainful.