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18 September 2006 @ 04:46 pm
O ME! O life!... of the questions of these recurring;
Of the endless trains of the faithless-—of cities fill’d with the foolish;
Of myself forever reproaching myself, (for who more foolish than I, and who more faithless?)
Of eyes that vainly crave the light—-of the objects mean—-of the struggle ever renew’d;
Of the poor results of all—-of the plodding and sordid crowds I see around me;
Of the empty and useless years of the rest-—with the rest me intertwined;
The question, O me! so sad, recurring—-What good amid these, O me, O life?


That you are here--that life exists and identity;
That the powerful play goes on, and you may contribute a verse.