" I Am" Or ?...

I am - yet what I am, none cares or knows;
My friends forsake me like a memory pin;-
I am the self-consumer of my woes;-
They rise and vanish in oblivion's host,
Like shadows in love's frenzied stifled throes;-
And yet I am, and live - like vapours tost.


Into the nothingness of scorn and noise, -
Into the living sea of waking dreams,
Where there is neither sense of life or joys,
But the vast shipwreck of my life esteems;
Even the dearest, that I love the best.
Are strange - nay, rather stranger than the rest.


I long for scenes, where man never trod
A place where woman never smiled or wept,
There to abide with my Creator, God;
And sleep as I in childhood, sweetly slept,
Untroubling, and untroubled where I lie,
The grass below - above the vaulted sky.