1. Let me walk my own path of passion's cup,
Though yours may be the sober way.

2. My sorry state should not disturb your calm,
For fate has dealt me well, in its own way.

3. In solitude I find escape from harm
And peace from every wandering thought.

4. Though severed words may spell my doom,
United glances give me life once more.

5. A tender heart is mine, though marred by one
Whose stony heart is quick to chide.

6. When can I live on hopes, bright but unsown,
If my own hand cuts hope's last thread?