Now will you rest forever, <br />My tired heart. Dead is the last <br />deception, <br />That I thought eternal. Dead. Well I <br />feel <br />In us the sweet illusions, <br />Nothing but ash, desire burned out. <br />Rest forever. You have <br />Trembled enough. Nothing is worth <br />Thy beats, nor does the earth <br />deserve <br />Thy sighs. Bitter and dull <br />Is life, there is nought else. The <br />world is clay. <br />Rest now. Despair <br />For the last time. To our kind, Fate <br />Gives but death. Now despise <br />Yourself, nature, the sinister <br />Power that secretly commands our <br />common ruin, <br />And the infinite vanity of <br />everything.<br /><br />Giacomo Leopardi<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/to-himself/
