Original lyrics
ENMore discontents I never had
Since I was born than now
I must not trust here to any
Bereaved, deceived by so many
As one undone by my losses
Ache in human mind is cleaving
Here we are now but late we're hurled
By dreams each one into a separate world
Betrayed, deceived
No places are (this I am sure) secure
In this our wasting war, I'm mad
And he whom we see dejected
Next day we see evicted
It's easy to invent a life
It's easy to efface a death
