III
14 lines✦
ell, well,—Heaven bless you all from day to day!Forgiveness too, or e’er we part, from each,As I do give it, so must I beseech:I owe all much, much more than I can pay;Therefore it is I go; how could I stayWhere every look commits me to fresh debt,And to pay little I must borrow yet?Enough of this already, now away!With silent woods and hills untenantedLet me go commune; under thy sweet gloom,O kind maternal Darkness, hide my head:The day may come I yet may re-assumeMy place, and, these tired limbs recruited, seekThe task for which I now am all too weak.
✦
