I'm Buried Now; I've Done With Life; I've Done With Hate, Revenge And Strife; I've Done With Joy, And Hope And Love And All The Bustling World Above. Long Have I Dwelt Forgotten Here In Pining Woe And Dull Despair; This Place Of Solitude And Gloom Must Be My Dungeon And My Tomb. No Hope, No Pleasure Can I Find: I Am Grown Weary Of My Mind; Often In Balmy Sleep I Try To Gain A Rest From Misery, And In One Hour Of Calm Repose To Find A Respite From My Woes, But Dreamless Sleep Is Not For Me And I Am Still In Misery. I Dream Of Liberty, 'Tis True, But Then I Dream Of Sorrow Too, Of Blood And Guilt And Horrid Woes, Of Tortured Friends And Happy Foes; I Dream About The World, But Then I Dream Of Fiends Instead Of Men; Each Smiling Hope So Quickly Fades And Such A Lurid Gloom Pervades That World -- That When I Wake And See Those Dreary Phantoms Fade And Flee, Even In My Dungeon I Can Smile, And Taste Of Joy A Little While. And Yet It Is Not Always So; I Dreamt A Little While Ago That All Was As It Used To Be: A Fresh Free Wind Passed Over Me; It Was A Pleasant Summer'S Day, The Sun Shone Forth With Cheering Ray, Methought A Little Lovely Child Looked Up Into My Face And Smiled. My Heart Was Full, I Wept For Joy, It Was My Own, My Darling Boy; I Clasped Him To My Breast And He Kissed Me And Laughed In Childish Glee. Just Them I Heard In Whisper Sweet A Well Known Voice My Name Repeat. His Father Stood Before My Eyes; I Gazed At Him In Mute Surprise, I Thought He Smiled And Spoke To Me, But Still In Silent Ecstasy I Gazed At Him; I Could Not Speak; I Uttered One Long Piercing Shriek. Alas! Alas! That Cursed Scream Aroused Me From My Heavenly Dream; I Looked Around In Wild Despair, I Called Them, But They Were Not There; The Father And The Child Are Gone, And I Must Live And Die Alone.