Desperation

My days all are wasted in vainly
  Contesting the field against Fate;
My nights with remorses insanely
  Are swarming, and spectres of hate.

“O for rest! O for peace!” I cry madly⁠—
  “Let me fall, for I faint in the strife.
To be dead, to be dead, I’d give gladly
  All, all that I have, except life.”