Enough! O wide world round me, pause …
No more will I in atrophy
And deep oblivion abide!
Now, leave my humble, weary side.
Not once did you uplift my cause,
Or teach me of eternity;
Not once could I in you confide-
Whom I did love, yet whom did chide.
I henceforth abrogate your laws-
I cannot bow to their decree.
I hold a firmer Truth inside-
A Truth that never like you lied …
And that will be my only Guide.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This world is not my home, not that friendly either. Thanks, Mark Walters