My soul and I are cast away
Upon a desert shore,
Where never other soul will stray,
Nor ever did before.

Sweet airs and dreadful murmurs haunt
The spot. Strange shapes appear,
Fantastic visions that enchant,
Only to thrill with fear.

My God, are these and just my soul,
My little soul and I,
Condemned to dwell here through the whole
Waste of eternity?