O tormented soul! How deep thy sorrow,
Thy branches bowed in heavy sighing and weeping!
Thy leaves can find no extra hour to borrow,
Thy crown exposed, and tired of vainly seeking.
No strength canst thou derive from soil depleted,
Thy shallow roots touch not the deeper river;
Thy purpose — to bear the finest fruit — was defeated —
In all thy foliage, thou failedest to find the Giver.