I am!I am! yet what I am none cares or knows,Into the nothingness of scorn and noise,
My friends forsake me like a memory lost;
I am the self-consumer of my woes,
They rise and vanish in oblivious host,
Like shades in love and death's oblivion lost;
And yet I am! and live with shadows tost
BOLD . ITALIC .
STROKE. UNDERLINE . MARKED