• O World! O Life! O Time!
    On whose last steps I climb,
      Trembling at that where I had stood before;
    When will return the glory of your prime?
        No more,—O nevermore!

    Out of the day and night
    A joy has taken flight:
      Fresh spring, and summer, and winter hoar
    Move my faint heart with grief, but with delight
        No more...