It is an utter sense of desolation.

I am plunged back into the common life; and I shudder coldly at the solitude.
But I will obey thee, if thou wilt.

Shall I not see thee again beyond the grave?
O how sweet it were to die! "Why do I not struggle from the web in which my will is thus entangled?
Hast thou a right to dispose of me thus?
Give me back--give me back the life I knew before I gave life itself away to thee.

Give me back the careless dreams of my youth,---my liberty of heart that sung aloud as it walked the earth.

Thou hast disenchanted me of everything that is not of thyself.