He’s More Myself Than I Am

I Gave Him My Heart, And He Took And Pinched It To Death; And Flung It Back To Me.

Oh, For The Time When I Shall Sleep Without Identity.

You Have Left Me So Long To Struggle Against Death, Alone, That I Feel And See Only Death! I Feel Like Death!

What Kind Of Living Will It Be When You - Oh, God! Would You Like To Live With Your Soul In The Grave?

Vain Are The Thousand Creeds That Move Men's Hearts, Unutterably Vain; Worthless As Withered Weeds, Or Idlest Froth Amid The Boundless Main.