Relief, Sweet Relief,
Why are you ever the cheat of me?
What have I ever done to you,
That you, fair maiden, should treat me so?
Why do we never meet?
Under the bowers of heaven
By the birch-green trees?
You know, it is by your invitation
I am allowed into your garden of Eden.
Then, why don’t you even deign to think of me?
But, leave me a wretch, in a more-wretched world.