Asked for no joy, of a remedial body,
And none for my ails, medicinal masters responding
But in my days, the darkness came,
And none for me,the beckoning bells clang
And all these halls, damp in their duress,
And none for my sorrows, widows wept in stress
For none did ask, why no stillness did sit,
And all that was wanted, was my windows lit
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