In idle moments passing by
A melancholy of my mind,
Which naught may alter nor deny,
Pervades my soul most mightily

Whilst pleasures fleet time swiftly by
And revelry quick comforts find
They echo a most hollow cry
Small easement to my misery

A tempest in my weary soul
As wave by wave is toss'd and blow'd
Bereft of haven, port, or shoal,
Or anchor from disparity

A calmer ocean is my goal
This battle waxeth now, too long
Thes storms exact a heavy toll
I sue for peace and clarity.