The Suicides Soliloquy
Here, where the lonely hooting
Sends forth his midnight moans,
Fierce wolves shall o’er my carcase growl,
Or buzzards pick my bones
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Here, where the lonely hooting
Sends forth his midnight moans,
Fierce wolves shall o’er my carcase growl,
Or buzzards pick my bones
Ere the birth of my life, if I wished it or
No question was asked me--it could not be so
If the life was the question, a thing sent to
And to live on be