May consumption surmount the wasteful need

To devour and purge the field sullied

Pray yield and sublime this furious mind

And leave in chains the beast behind

Who purloins fear and pays by roar

Who squanders near but searches far

For what she lacks in grieving night

Must recompense in appetite

Gone by day one’s dim delusion

For hunger lures with ill illusion

Drift away to mellifluous remedies

Ne’er to wake from her rockabye melodies