Thou wast all that to me, love,
For which my soul did pine-
A green isle in the sea, love,
A fountain and a shrine,
All wreathed with fairy fruits and flowers,
And all the flowers were mine.

Ah, dream too bright to last!
Ah, starry Hope! that didst arise
But to be overcast!
A voice from out the Future cries,
"On! on!"- but o'er the Past
(Dim gulf!) my spirit hovering lies
Mute, motionless, aghast!

For, alas! alas! me
The light of Life is o'er!
"No more- no more- no more-"
(Such language holds the solemn sea
To the sands upon the shore)
Shall bloom the thunder-blasted tree
Or the stricken eagle soar!

And all my days are trances,
And all my nightly dreams
Are where thy grey eye glances,
And where thy footstep gleams-
In what ethereal dances,
By what eternal streams.



Have you ever looked at your life, and realized nothing is how you want it? Nothing at all has any happiness or goodness within it? I really am tired of living. No education, crappy job that doesn't pay me and won't let me move up, no money, in debt, no love, just got rejected by a girl I really liked, no friends, no future. This hopeless existence is too much for me to bear. 25 years, all a waste. Strike me dead.

Don't comment that you're sorry or that it'll get better. I really don't want to hear it right now. Ugh.