1
I am---yet what I am, none cares or knows;
My friends forsake me like a memory lost:---
I am the self-consumer of my woes;---
They rise and vanish in oblivion's host,
Like shadows in love's frenzied stifled throes:---
And yet I am, and live---like vapours tost
2
Into the nothingness of scorn and noise,---
Into the living sea of waking dreams,
Where there is neither sense of life or joys,
But the vast shipwreck of my lifes esteems;
Even the dearest, that I love the best
Are strange---nay, rather stranger than the rest.
3
I long for scenes, where man hath never trod
A place where woman never smiled or wept
There to abide with my Creator, God;
And sleep as I in childhood, sweetly slept,
Untroubling, and untroubled where I lie,
The grass below---above the vaulted sky.
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