That maddened my brain,
With the fever called "Living"
That burned in my brain. 30

And oh! of all tortures,
That torture the worst
Has abated--the terrible
Torture of thirst
For the naphthaline river 35
Of Passion accurst:
I have drank of a water
That quenches all thirst:

Of a water that flows,
With a lullaby sound, 40
From a spring but a very few
Feet under ground,
From a cavern not very far
Down under ground.

And ah! let it never 45
Be foolishly said
That my room it is gloomy,
And narrow my bed;
For man never slept
In a different bed: 50
And, _to sleep_, you must slumber
In just such a bed.

My tantalized spirit