Heavier than the weight of the world entire beyond the scope of philosophy even religion further than the most sophisticated algebra the loftiest sentences of poetry included--et cetera is the heart's hidden and inarticulable sorrow and pain by far--
youth whose dream reaches the furthest star crashes in dust leaves a timeless scar
love in its matchless splendour grows weary and cold life through the meandering of years its sad stories retold
hopes they betray however bold
beauty rushes into springtime her glories to unfold shuts her eyes as the darkness of night too soon does unfold
finally age is awash with wrinkles ruins and wrecks of all sizes and shapes its eyes stoically behold
living is the heaviest load life's face is tragedy-marked grim, dismal and pale what else could it unfold?