Futility

 Oh, I have tried to laugh the pain away, 
Let new flames brush my love-springs like a feather.
 
But the old fever seizes me to-day, 
As sickness grips a soul in wretched weather.
 
I have given up myself to every urge, 
With not a care of precious powers spent, 
Have bared my body to the strangest scourge, 
To soothe and deaden my heart's unhealing rent.
 
But you have torn a nerve out of my frame, 
A gut that no physician can replace, 
And reft my life of happiness and aim.
 
Oh what new purpose shall I now embrace? 
What substance hold, what lovely form pursue, 
When my thought burns through everything to you?

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