The Suicide
Toil-worn, and trusting Zeno’s mad belief,A soul went wailing from the world of grief:A wild hope led the way,Then suddenly—dismay!Lo, the old load was There—The duty, the despair!Nothing had changed: still only one escapeFrom its old self into the angel shape.
Toil-worn, and trusting Zeno’s mad belief,A soul went wailing from the world of grief:A wild hope led the way,Then suddenly—dismay!Lo, the old load was There—The duty, the despair!Nothing had changed: still only one escapeFrom its old self into the angel shape.
Toil-worn, and trusting Zeno’s mad belief,A soul went wailing from the world of grief:A wild hope led the way,Then suddenly—dismay!Lo, the old load was There—The duty, the despair!Nothing had changed: still only one escapeFrom its old self into the angel shape.
Toil-worn, and trusting Zeno’s mad belief,
A soul went wailing from the world of grief:
A wild hope led the way,
Then suddenly—dismay!
Lo, the old load was There—
The duty, the despair!
Nothing had changed: still only one escape
From its old self into the angel shape.