the story of a life.
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Yet soon I would have given worlds
To fling it off again,
For thorns were hid among the leaves,
That pierced me to the brain!
To fling it off again,
For thorns were hid among the leaves,
That pierced me to the brain!
Now is my life a storm-wrecked bark,
Dashed by time's surges high
Upon a bare, cold island rock,
Beneath a northern sky.
Dashed by time's surges high
Upon a bare, cold island rock,
Beneath a northern sky.
There, in that realm where hearts congeal,
The spirit's frozen zone,
A joyless, cheerless, loveless age,
I stand alone,—alone.
The spirit's frozen zone,
A joyless, cheerless, loveless age,
I stand alone,—alone.
