The Dots under the Vowels show, which Syllable is stressed
Thou wạst so quiet, untịll I asked,
„Whạt lieth ọn thy Soul?“
The Ạnswer, that thou gịvest, was mạsqued,
My Heạrt felleth like a Họle.
Some lame Excụse, some polite Smịle,
I knọw the Reạson yet,
There ịs no Ẹffect in thy Lie,
I knọw, the Vịrtue’s dead.
There’s no Regrẹt, I wịsh, there wẹre,
No ọbjection to brịng.
To ạsk for Hẹlp I dọ not dạre,
It hạdn’t chạnce a Thịng.
If thoụ wert honest, thoụ wouldst yell –
And ịt were jụstified –
That Ị shall wịther in my Hẹll,
Insteạd thou keẹpest so quiẹt…
„Cạnst thou, for what Ị have done,
pardọn and fọrgive mẹ?
At leạst untịll I wịll be gon