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!