is it true that you hear
our pleas about our dear
one day in the damned year
that reach your deaf ear
can you hear my silent voice
arising out of a queer choice
and if it does not matter
heed to my hearts love letter
i cannot ask him, my sunshine,
for i cannot hurt him for joy mine
distant he, this fate and pain are divine,
to such i do resign and recline.
if ever for him chance has mishap days
i shall carry that fate in his place
all that ails him i will earnestly embrace
relieving my weeping heart to some solace.
nothing for me would be more bitter
to ills and ails on him may befall
can i plead you to keep my lover safe and hale?