And purple-stained mouth

That I might drink,

and leave the world unseen,

And with thee fade away into the forest dim

Fade far away,

dissolve,

and quite forget

What thou among the leaves hast never known,

The weariness,

the fever,

and the fret

Here,

where men sit and hear each other groan;

Where palsy shakes a few,

sad,

last gray hairs,

Where youth grows pale,

and spectre-thin,

and dies;

Where but to think is to be full of sorrow