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? Answer.That you are herethat life exists, and identity; That the powerful play goes on, and you will contribute a verse.
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About Walt Whitman, Leaves of Grass
Walt Whitman, Leaves of Grass.