When the bright glow of youth was overpast.
Worn out, exhausted by the weary route
That leads from knowledge to disgust and doubt,
Defeat, deceit, and baffled purpose stole
Like a corroding canker to my soul.
I hated Life, scorned and despised my kind,
So far astray may err the unbridled mind.
I had been nigh to death; the sullen wave
Already my consenting feet did lave,
When one who thought to be my friend, and fain