BE IT SO!

Be it so; we are sundered for ever­ -

        I and life's happy and sane.

My nature and theirs did us sever;

        Nought can unite us again.

Again? We were never unparted,

        Differently destined and born­ -

They born to be light and stout‑hearted,

        I to be pained and worn.

Be it so; we for ever are sundered!

        What would the normal with me?

My own inner reason hath wondered

        Trembling at its misery.

I give me all over to terror

        All unto madness and woe;

I yield up my thoughts unto error.

        'Twas to be so; be it so!

Of my thoughts I no longer am master,

        Ceasing is now all control.

My mind doth decay: take your pasture

        Ravings, ye worms of the soul!