A wistful poem about oblivion and nothingness that awaits every soul.
Pity! O pity! For at the fag end
Of a lifetime, lies fainéant soul,
Beside vacuum trails leading to
Lost, lost again, to lose
Once more; to follow the path,
Footprints of mist. Waits the garth of
Surging ahead, daze escorting;
To nothingness; gudgeon!
There sings the glory, nymphs, o heart, of
Forgetfulness consumed hast thou!
Leave the land, ‘tis time for you.
The billows call, rise and fall –
Sail through, soul, to
Oblivion! Pity! O Pity! Self!
O Sleep! Mighty sleep!
Lost thou art or lost am I?
My lids burdened –
Yet you live
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