I only know that I can earn no rest:
And all our household so much else have earn’d.
And now how can I?—I can try no more;
But all my pathway has been block’d for me.
They say such words are infidelity,—
O Christ!—yet I can try no more.
Hark! hark!—
Is not that Haydn’s hymn we hear again?—
How faint it sounds!—or I, I faint may be.
The window—move me. There—look out—those clouds—