Where are your good spirits?" and so I reply:
"Dead and gone, dead and gone, all the life in me;
All it was has rotted, only leaving the obscene
All my happiness is long deceased."-
I tell them this and then they cry,
"When did this happen? Where and Why?"
These beg such candor I dare not comply and so I merely sigh,
"Long ago, I doubt not when, but where is somewhat blurred...
As for why, do not ask me, perhaps you should ask her."