These vast lands behold. For on it I wish to tread. These lands hold not, of a breed. Of thine memory as I will not return among thee unholy lands. Drenched in blood of innocent trust. Sworn I never wouldst return. May thy painteth my corpse. Laying beside that sordid tree hath once whence the swans flew away doth canst I stay. For hither upon thine lands Didst my breath cease to fall. Canst thy never feel me? For now I am gone lingering upon the dead for they heed me well. This closing night. I walk away upon some forsaken lane. O! Beloved I walk away For now away with all thine pain.