I sing and sigh and also curse,

Thus only can I give expression

To that which will not brook repression;

I am alive, I have a voice,

And so I sing and sigh and curse—

All life doth sing and sigh and curse.

The joy of love is in my song,

I sigh for pleasures yet untasted—

For things I dream—o’er moments wasted

And sometimes interrupt my song

With clenched fist to curse a wrong—

It is a joy to curse a wrong.

And so I sing and sigh and curse—

All life doth sing and sigh and curse.