L’État Libre de Neige - Despair Lyrics

The anguish of my bursting heart
Till now my tongue hath ne'er betray'd.
Despair at length reveals the smart
No time can cure, no hope can aid.

My sorrows verging to the grave,
No more shall pain thy gentle breast.
Think, death gives freedom to the slave,
Nor mourn for me when I'm at rest.

Yet, if at eve you chance to stray
Where silent sleep the peaceful dead,
Give to your kind compassion way,
Nor check the tears by pity shed.

Whene'er the precious dew drop falls
I ne'er can know, I ne'er can see
And if sad thought my fate recalls,
A sigh may rise unheard by me