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? ANSWER That you are here -- that life exists and identity, That the powerful play goes on, and you may contribute a verse. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BUCOLIC COMEDY: THE DOLL by EDITH SITWELL THE WINDMILL by ROBERT SEYMOUR BRIDGES ON MONSIEUR'S DEPARTURE by ELIZABETH I THE LAY OF THE LOVELORN; PARODY OF TENNYSON'S 'LOCKSLEY HALL' by THEODORE MARTIN VITAI LAMPADA by HENRY JOHN NEWBOLT VANITAS VANITATUM, FR. THE DEVIL'S CASE LAW by JOHN WEBSTER |