<p>Walt Whitman (18191892). Leaves of Grass. 1900.</p>
<p>O Me! O Life!</p>
<p>O ME! O life!... of the questions of these recurring;<br>
Of the endless trains of the faithlessof cities fill'd with the foolish;<br>
Of myself forever reproaching myself, (for who more foolish than I, and who more faithless?)<br>
Of eyes that vainly crave the lightof the objects meanof the struggle ever renew'd;<br>
Of the poor results of allof the plodding and sordid crowds I see around me;<br>
Of the empty and useless years of the restwith the rest me intertwined;<br>
The question, O me! so sad, recurringWhat good amid these, O me, O life? </p>
<p>Answer.</p>
<p>That you are herethat life exists, and identity;<br>
That the powerful play goes on, and you will contribute a verse.</p>