NOW rest for evermore, my weary heart! Perished the last illusion I believed Eternal, perished! Truly I can tell How of our cherished dreams The hope is quenched and the desire as well. Now rest for evermore! Enough of strife! There's nothing worth one throb of thine; this earth Deserveth not a sigh! Bitter is life And wearisome, nought else; The world's defiled! Despair for the last time and then be still! Fate made us at our birth no gift save death; Scorn nature now, and brutal destiny Who ruleth hidden for the common ill, And of all things the infinite vanity! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE THRUSH'S NEST by JOHN CLARE THE EXCHANGE by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE GOLIATH AND DAVID by ROBERT RANKE GRAVES ACCORDING TO THE MIGHTY WORKING by THOMAS HARDY MY LOVE by JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL SPRING'S WELCOME, FR. ALEXANDER AND CAMPASPE by JOHN LYLY |