NOW rest for evermore, my weary heart! Perished the last illusion I believed Eternal, perished! Truly I can tell How of our cherished dreams The hope is quenched and the desire as well. Now rest for evermore! Enough of strife! There's nothing worth one throb of thine; this earth Deserveth not a sigh! Bitter is life And wearisome, nought else; The world's defiled! Despair for the last time and then be still! Fate made us at our birth no gift save death; Scorn nature now, and brutal destiny Who ruleth hidden for the common ill, And of all things the infinite vanity! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A POEM FROM THE EDGE OF AMERICA by JAMES GALVIN THE TEMPTRESS by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON MANHATTAN, 1609 by EDWIN MARKHAM CHARLES CARVILLE'S EYES by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON HYBRIDS OF WAR: A MORALITY POEM: 1. VIETNAM by KAREN SWENSON |