Desperation

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Desperation

My days all are wasted in vainly

Contesting the field against Fate;

My nights with remorses insanely

Are swarming, and spectres of hate.

“O for rest! O for peace!” I cry madly⁠—

“Let me fall, for I faint in the strife.

To be dead, to be dead, I’d give gladly

All, all that I have, except life.”