O Me! O Life!
by Walt Whitman
O Me! O life!... of the questions of these recurring;
Of the endless trains of the faithlessof cities filld with the foolish;
Of myself forever reproaching myself, (for who more foolish than I, and who more faithless?)
Of eyes that vainly crave the lightof the objects meanof the struggle ever renewd;
Of the poor results of allof the plodding and sordid crowds I see around me;
Of the empty and useless years of the restwith the rest me intertwined;
The question, O me! so sad, recurringWhat good amid these, O me, O life?
That you are herethat life exists, and identity;
That the powerful play goes on, and you will contribute a verse.
Because you cannot stop this train.
Song of Myself
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