O World! O Life! O Time!
On whose final rock I climb,
Wavering at the same, I had marched before;
Never will get the grandeur of your prime?
No more -Oh, never, ever, more!
Out of day and out of night
All the pleasures have taken flight:
Bright spring, and summer, and winter roar
Stir my pale spirit with anguish, but with light
No more -Oh, never, ever, more!
A form melted down by winds,
Moving its slow grinds like desert birds,
Those decades of stony uproar;
Rugged beast, its hour comes rocking holds,
No more -Oh, never, ever, more!
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