With shadows tost

I am yet what I am none cares or knows
My friends forsake me like a memory lost
I am the self consumer of my woes
They rise & vanish in oblivious host
Like shades in love & deaths oblivion lost
& yet I am & live with shadows tost

Into the nothingness of scorn and noise
Into the living sea of waking dreams
Where there is neither sense of life nor joys
But the vast shipwreck of my lifes esteems
& een the dearest — that I loved the best —
Are strange — nay rather stranger than the rest

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