And I nursed revenge, till with rage imprest.
I dreamed of revenge when I sank to rest.
My thoughts were revenge from the dawn of day,
Till the darkness scattered the light away.
Oh, I pined for revenge as a maiden pines
For her lover returning from distant climes;
Who expects every day till remorseless eve
Makes her hope for next morn—for the present, grieve.
All hope worse than hopeless appeared to be
When fate, fiends, or fortune befriended me.