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 the eyes that vainly crave the light -- of the objects mean -- of the struggles renew'd:
Of the poor results of all -- of the plooding and sordid crowds I see around me;
Of the empty and useless years of the rest -- with the rest me inertwined:
The question: O me! so sad, recurring -- What good amid these, O me, O life?!
Answer: That you are here -- that life exists, and identy;
That the powerful play goes on, and you will contribute a verse.
P.D. That the powerful play goes on, and we can contribute a verse.