deep in my soul a tender secret dwells  lonely and lost to sight for evermore  save when to you my heart responsive swells  then trembles into silence as before  there in its center a sepulcharal lamp  burns the slow flame eternal but unseen  which not the darkness of despair can damp  though vain its ray as it had ever been  in some hidden crevice, of this grim cadaver  comes from the deep a cry for fates graceful  favour  the only thought that my heart, dare not brave  is my last love, cannot grant my last wish  my fondest, faintest memories hear  grief for the dead, no virtue can reprove  then give me all I ever asked, a tear  the first, last sole reward of so much love