WILL-o-WISP

I plod my talk
Back to, that
Stone inert,
which had
Hit me before, by
His varying words

I confound myself
In approach,
As sooner
The will-o-wisp
Receded further, as I
Take my effort

A day before, when
I will be no more, there
Thee will plod
Weeping a weep
In thunder so deep!