And bear this infant to some distant grave,
Where dark oblivion shall his tombstone be,
In secret 'graved, unknown to all but me.'
"Not whilst I live'!—I seized the babe, and cried.
"The corse is mine—the fun'ral I'll provide—
Beneath my bed its resting-place shall be:
'Twill bring me sleep when slumber fain would flee.
Thou ne'er hast felt that heart-consuming power,
That rage increasing each successive hour,
That desp'rate longing to annihilate