Repulse + 

Nobody cares when I am glad, + 

I beat upon their hearts in glee, + 

“Drink, drink joy’s brimming cup with me,” + 

All echoless, my ecstasy⁠— + 

Nobody cares when I am glad. + 

Nobody cares when I am sad, + 

Whene’er I seek compassion’s breast, + 

I falter wounded from my quest + 

Back! back into my heart, sore prest⁠— + 

Nobody cares when I am sad. + 