Nor wilt thou rest forever, weary heart. <br />The last illusion is destroyed, <br />That I eternal thought. Destroyed! <br />I feel all hope and all desire depart, <br />For life and its deceitful joys. <br />Forever rest! Enough! Thy throbbings cease! <br />Naught can requite thy miseries; <br />Nor is earth worthy of thy sighs. <br />Life is a bitter, weary load, <br />The world a slough. And now, repose! <br />Despair no more, but find in Death <br />The only boon Fate on our race bestows! <br />Still, Nature, art thou doomed to fall, <br />The victim scorned of that blind, brutal power <br />That rules and ruins all.<br /><br />Count Giacomo Leopardi<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/to-himself-2/
