The Suicide's Soliloquy

"The Suicide’s Soliloquy" is an unsigned poem, thought to be written by Abraham Lincoln, first published on August 25, 1838, in "The Sangamo Journal", a four-page Whig newspaper in Springfield, Illinois.

The poem

Here, where the lonely hooting owl Sends forth his midnight moans, Fierce wolves shall o’er my carcase growl, Or buzzards pick my bones.

No fellow-man shall learn my fate, Or where my ashes lie; Unless by beasts drawn round their bait, Or by the ravens’ cry.

Yes! I’ve resolved the deed to do, And this the place to do it: This heart I’ll rush a dagger through, Though I in hell should rue it!

Hell! What is hell to one like me Who pleasures never know; By friends consigned to misery, By hope deserted too?

To ease me of this power to think, That through my bosom raves, I’ll headlong leap from hell’s high brink, And wallow in its waves.

Though devils yell, and burning chains May waken long regret; Their frightful screams, and piercing pains, Will help me to forget.

Yes! I’m prepared, through endless night, To take that fiery berth! Think not with tales of hell to fright Me, who am damn’d on earth!

Sweet steel! come forth from your sheath, And glist’ning, speak your powers; Rip up the organs of my breath, And draw my blood in showers!

I strike! It quivers in that heart Which drives me to this end; I draw and kiss the bloody dart, My last—my only friend!

References

* [http://www.newyorker.com/talk/content/?040614ta_talk_shenk Eureka Dept: The Suicide Poem] from The New Yorker
* [http://www.npr.org/templates/story/story.php?storyId=1951239 Newly Discovered Poem Likely Lincoln's] from NPR's Talk of the Nation