Could Death but come the swifter?
For life, sweet life, is itself a torment.
What pain can the human soul endure?
What pain can any?
And yet to end a life
Is itself a torture
Which none but Death and deathly angels
Can eternally endure
But when upon the verge of Hate
Certain questions seem to form
Is nightshade then so bitter?
Is a knife so cold to touch?
If Life and Death both are prisons
Which then should a man endure?
If Life is but eternal pain
Though Death cannot be gained?
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