He cursed the day when he was born;
⁠And deaf and desolate,
Resolved, in bitterness forlorn,
⁠To end his hapless fate.

But as the deeper silence grew—
⁠An exile from the throng,
His yearning spirit voices drew
⁠From inner founts of song;

And he who called unfriendly death
⁠To calm rebellious strife,
Won from his own despair the breath
⁠Of an immortal life.