Edgar Fawcett - Commonplaces lyrics

Troubled in spirit at the unvaried ways Wherewith perpetually I seemed to view, In regular and familiar retinue, Coming and going, the processional days, I yearned to mark with many a novel phase This round of dull monotonies that I knew, And treat life's commonplaces, dreary of hue, As phantoms that the intellect sternly lays! But wheresoe'er my wandering feet might be, Like some persistent word that memory saith, Or like a ship's own shadow on wastes of sea, Or the very wind's inevitable breath, I found, among all changes, following me The dark ubiquitous commonplace of d**h!