In cold and ignorance. I wept for its depart.
How cold! How cold! It did intend to break my heart.
And standing still, and seeing all last rays be gone;
That made all clouds to paint a crimson sketch aloft.

'Twas once a pleasant morning, with the blazing sun;
That rose like golden jewel, up to his behoof.
All creatures loved its golden broom when sweeping dirt;
Bestowed upon this weak and weary, dreary Earth.

Indeed, I even want its kiss and warm embrace
This warm shall stay as pinkish red; tinctured my face
And unexpectedly, it hurt; amidst its heat
Then gradually, it started leaving me. Set off--

In cold and ignorance. I wept for its depart.
How cold! How cold! It did intend to break my heart.
And standing still, and seeing all last rays be gone;
That made all clouds to paint a crimson sketch aloft.

Say! Tears! Weep!
Goof! Goof! Goof!