Never to live on earth, but ever strove
To gain some tidings of a world above.
“Parted from him, I found no more to please;
Ease was my object, and I dwelt in ease;
And thus in quiet, not perhaps content,
A year in wedlock, lingering time! was spent.
“One night I slept not, but I courted sleep,
And forced my thoughts on tracks they could not keep; 570
Till nature, wearied in the strife, reposed,
And deep forgetfulness my wanderings closed.