O Me! O Life!... Of The Questions Of These Recurring; Of The Endless Trains Of The Faithless - Of Cities Fill'D With The Foolish; Of Myself Forever Reproaching Myself, (For Who More Foolish Than I, And Who More Faithless?) Of Eyes That Vainly Crave The Light - Of The Objects Mean - Of The Struggle Ever Renew'D; Of The Poor Results Of All - Of The Plodding And Sordid Crowds I See Around Me; Of The Empty And Useless Years Of The Rest - With The Rest Me Intertwined; The Question, O Me! So Sad, Recurring - What Good Amid These, O Me, O Life? Answer. That You Are Here - That Life Exists, And Identity; That The Powerful Play Goes On, And You Will Contribute A Verse.