OUT of it all ... and now I see clearly How little there was that touched me nearly. Though I hated (how idly!) and loved (how dearly!), Though I deemed this great, and judged that small; Now the bounds I set are a crumbled wall -- Out of it -- out of it all! Out of the years that lagged, or hasted, Out of the power of the griefs that wasted, Out of the sway of the joys that, half-tasted, Leave the heart sick, that so soon they can pall -- Out of the drive, the tumult, the brawl, Out of it -- out of it all! Out of it all ... And the world receding, Who, or what, is there, whither leading? Through a space unknown, I, unknown, am speeding, And the fashions that were, away from me fall ... What was that word I would fain recall? -- "Out of it -- out of it all!" |