The Suicides Soliloquy
Here, where the lonely hooting owl - Sends forth his midnight moans, Fierce wolves shall o'er my carcase growl, Or buzzards pick my bones. No fellow-man shall learn my fate, Or where my ashes lie; Unless by beasts drawn round their bait, Or by the ravens cry. Yes! I've resolved the deed to do, And this the place to do it: This Heart I'll rush a dagger through - Though I in hell should rue it! To ease me of 'this' power 'to think', That through my bosom raves, I'll headlong leap from hell's high brink - And wallow in its waves.
Abraham Linclon 1838
