Then bring me wine; there let me try
Remembrance drown’d to hold repress’d,
Without a pang from life to fly;
In frenzy death may give me rest.
O’erspreads my face a burning flood,
And red and glaring wildly start
My eyes forth out in heated blood,
And forth leaps restlessly my heart.
Woman! I hate thee; fly thee—go:
I feel thy hands my hands infold,