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 For night by night some lorn wretch overweary, And shuddering from the future yet more dreary, Within its cold secure oblivion hides.

One plunges from a bridge's parapet, As by some blind and sudden frenzy hurled; Another wades in slow with purpose set Until the waters are above him furled; Another in a boat with dreamlike motion Glides drifting down into the desert ocean, To starve or sink from out the desert world.

They perish from their suffering surely thus, For none beholding them attempts to save, The while each thinks how soon, solicitous, He may seek refuge in the self-same wave; Some hour when tired of ever-vain endurance Impatience will forerun the sweet assurance Of perfect peace eventual in the grave.

When this poor tragic-farce has palled us long, Why actors and spectators do we stay?— To fill our so-short rôles out right or wrong; To see what shifts are yet in the dull play