VI. Song Of Prostration And Introversion (9. Excruciation)

VI. Song Of Prostration And Introversion (9. Excruciation)
Leave, O Leave Me To My Sorrows; 
Here I'll Sit And Fade Away, 
Till I'm Nothing But A Spirit, 
And I Lose This Form Of Clay. 

Then If Chance Along This Forest 
Any Walk In Pathless Way, 
Thro ' The Gloom He'll See My Shadow 
Hear My Voice Upon The Breeze.