Despair

I have

The worst, the World can wreak on me--the

That can make Life indifferent, yet

With whisper'd Discontents the dying prayer--I have beheld the whole of all,

My Heart had any interest in this Life,

To be disrent and torn from off my

That nothing now is left.

Why then live on?

That Hostage, which the world had in it's

Given by me as a Pledge that I would live--That Hope of Her, say rather, that pure

In her fix'd Love, which held me to keep

With the Tyranny of Life--is gone ah! whither?

What boots it to reply? 'tis gone! and

Well may I break this Pact, this League of

That ties me to myself—and break I shall!