My soul was not yet taught
To bow submissive to the sudden stroke;
Its crushing weight my heart had well nigh broke.
Words are not that can tell
The horrid thoughts that burned upon my brain—
That came and went with madness still the same—
A black and icy spell
That froze my life blood, stopped my fluttering breath,
Was laid upon me—even “life in death.”
Long weary months crept by,