O misery! why am I thus awake?
Sad heart of mine, oh! wilt thou never break?
There’s but one remedy far such deep wo;
A fearful antidote—but be it so!
And must I go?—from thee no farewell sigh;
No word to soothe my last keen agony;
No smile to cheer me in the hour of death?—
Oh! for some power, swift as the tempest’s breath,
To catch my dying shriek as I depart,
And ring it as a death-knell in thy heart.