Arthur Symons - The Prodigal Son lyrics

I will arise, and leave these haggard realms, The nether fire's breath spots the rusty gra**, The insatiate hunger of the blight o'erwhelms The lean year's barren promise. Let me pa**, O woman, from the hold of hell and thee! What have I done that thou should'st hold me so? In Love's name, loosen me and set me free; If not for love, in pity let me go. Why should I linger? for the land is bare, And wings of famine labour up the wind. Already I have wasted all my share Of living bread: the husks remain behind, Husks that the swine do eat. And must I wait, Weary and famished, fallen and desolate?