Longing for Death

Give me a coffin and a grave.
And let the grave be deep and low;

And bury with me all I feel.

All passions strong, all thoughts of woe,

O, mind and heart, twice cursed, e'er have
You been the bane of my whole life!

Why torture me with burning scourge?
Why should not end now all this strife?

Why should this feverish brain inspire
To rise above the stars on high?

When angry Fate hath it ordained
That crawl upon the earth should I.

Why have I not fair heavenly wings,
If my aims soar to heaven's dome?

To carry me into heights where
Immortality is at home!

And if to me this world is void
Of joy, why have I, then, a breast?

Created that of human joys
It be the home, the shelt'ring nest!
Or if there be a heart which flames
And burns in passion's deep abyss,
Why, then, this icy look on me.
Thou God of happiness and bliss?
Give me a coffin and grave,
And let the grave be deep and low.;
And bury with me all I feel,
All passions strong, all thoughts of woe.