entranced ever by reveries of pain in stasis held, by agonia captive now malcontent to kneel at beauty’s fane for loveliness to me no longer lives on unknown paths clouded as darken’d glass meander i alone through ceaseless days on shores of the wide world, although so vast no pleasures i perceived with veiléd gaze aloud i begged relief from cognizance wherein naught but oiziac strife abides but nature’s deaf to agonized lament vain howling stirreth not the eunoch’d sky no succor awaits those whom life’s enslaved until life’s carcass rots in putrid grave