How happy I was if I could forget
To remember how sad I am
Would be an easy adversity
But the recollecting of Bloom
To remember how sad I am
Would be an easy adversity
But the recollecting of Bloom
Keeps making November difficult
Till I who was almost bold
Lose my way like a little Child
And perish of the cold.
Till I who was almost bold
Lose my way like a little Child
And perish of the cold.