Which ages thought of happy times,

To plant us in a weeping waste,

Rings with our fellows this one heart

Accordant chimes.

When I had shed my glad year’s leave,

I did believe I stood alone

Till that great company of grief

Taught me to know this craving heart

For not my own.

Written by: George Meredith O.M.

Read by: Melissa Chetchuti

Performed by: Pope Crool, WOUND & DEA DISCORDIA