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From day to day, from night to night / My summer passes; autumn creeps / Nearer; before mine eyes the light / Fades out; my soul is blind and sleeps.
Everything sleeps; and I ponder: / Do I yet live, or do I wander, / A dead thing, through my term of years, / A void of laughter as of tears?
Come to me, my fate! Where art thou?
Oh, I have no fate.
God, if Thou dost scorn to love me, / Grant me but Thy hate!
Only let my heart not wither / Slowly, day by day, / Useless as a fallen tree-trunk / Rotting by the way.
Let me live, and live in spirit / Loving all mankind; / Or, if not, then let my curses / Strike the sunlight blind.
Wretched is the fettered captive, / Dying, and a slave; / But more wretched he that, living, / Sleeps, as in a grave, / Till he falls asleep for ever, / Leaving not a sign / That there faded into darkness / Something once divine.
Come to me, my fate! Where art thou?
Oh, I have no fate.
God, if Thou dost scorn to love me, / Grant me but Thy hate!