Eddie Wall wrote

> I like Americans......... it's I-ams I dont like.!

I am - yet what I am, none cares or knows;
   My friends forsake me like a memory lost:
I am the self-consumer of my woes -
   They rise and vanish in oblivion's host
Like shadows in love-frenzied stifled throes
   And yet I am, and live - like vapours tost

In to the nothingness of scorn and noise,
   Into the living sea of waking dreams,
Where there is neither sense of life or joys,
   But the vast shipwreck of my life's esteems;
Even the dearest that I love the best
   Are strange - nay, rather, stranger than the rest.

I long for scenes where man hath never trod
   A place where woman never smiled or wept
There to abide with my Creator, God,
   And sleep as I in childhood sweetly slept,
Untroubling and untroubled where I lie
   The grass below - above, the vaulted sky.