Classic Poem

To the forest to the wilderness
Ah let me hasten now
Wher'ere I go I still shall see
My masters lowering brow

The Woods black shade won't hide my greif
No influence now I have
But th[e] stream will give me quick releif
I'll seek a watry grave

Unto the shore I'll swiftly fly
I'll plunge into the sea
The foam bells will ascend on high
When drowning sets me free

From all the ills which life doth give
O mis'ry in me dwells
When no longer I shall live
The tide of sorrow swells

Suspended from an elm tree tall
I'll end my mournful life
My soul more bitter is than gall
My heart is full of strife

I'll cut my neck with some sharp blade
I'll swallow poison dire
now my resolutions made
I'll set myself on fire