derealization

My footsteps tread Lie low and lone the silent dead Beneath the turf, beneath the mold Forever dark, forever cold And my eyes cannot hold the tears That memory hoards from vanished years For time, and death, and mortal pain Give wounds that will not heal again Let me remember half the woe I've seen and heard and felt below And heaven itself, so pure and blessed Could never give my spirit rest Sweet land of light. thy children fair Know naught akin to our despair Nor have felt, nor can they tell What tenants haunt each mortal cell What gloomy guests we hold within Torments and madness, tears and sin Well, may they live in ecstasy Their long eternity of joy At least we would not bring them down With us to weep, with us to groan No, earth would wish no other sphere To taste her cups of sufferings, dear She turns from heaven with a careless eye And only mourns that we must die