O Me! O Life! Poem BY WALT WHITMAN

O Me! O Life!

BY WALT WHITMAN
Oh me! Oh life! 0f the questions of these recurring,
Of the endless trains of the fāithless, of cities fill’d with the foolish,
Of myself forever reproaching myself, (for who more f00lish than I, and who more faithless?)
Of eyes that vāinly crave the light, of the 0bjects mean, of the struggle ever renew’d,
Of the poor results of all, of the Pl0dding and “S0rdid” crowds I see āround me,
Of the “Empty” and useless years of the rest, with the rest me intertwined,
The question, O me! so sad, recurring—What G00d amid these, O me, O life?

Answer.
That you are here—that life exists and identity,
That the powerful play goes on, and you may contribute a verse.ac