Despair

• I have experienc'd
• The worst, the World can wreak on me—the worst
• That can make Life indifferent, yet disturb
• With whisper'd Discontents the dying prayer—
• I have beheld the whole of all, wherein
• My Heart had any interest in this Life,
• To be disrent and torn from off my Hopes
• That nothing now is left. Why then live on ?
• That Hostage, which the world had in it's keeping
• Given by me as a Pledge that I would live—
• That Hope of Her, say rather, that pure Faith
• In her fix'd Love, which held me to keep truce
• With the Tyranny of Life—is gone ah ! whither ?
• What boots it to reply ? 'tis gone ! and now
• Well may I break this Pact, this League of Blood
• That ties me to myself—and break I shall !