Envoi + 

At the End of the Century + 

Now I am come to the nadir at last, to the absolute sorrow, + 

Now all the stars are gone out of my sky; + 

Night everlasting is mine without hope or desire of the morrow, + 

All my life’s hopes are gone tombwards to die. + 

All my life’s glories lie perisht around me; and lo with great laughing + 

Laugh I out loud, and I care not at all; + 

Here with mine Anguish, my Sorrow, my Madness, my Grief, I sit quaffing + 

Wine, in high state in my echoing hall. + 

This is the last night I drink with you, maniac wassailers dreary! + 

Lift up your goblets and drink ere I go! + 

Lo, I am easily bor’d, I am easily tired and made weary; + 

Now at the last I am weary of Woe. + 

Lo, I that walk in the flower crown’d season of youthfulness golden, + 

Think ye that all things my gladness can slay? + 

Sorrow is fitting for dotards and them that are loathsome and olden; + 

I am as one that goes ever away. + 

Lo, I laugh out at Grief, lo, I laugh in unending rejoicing, + 

I that have nightshade entwin’d in my hair; + 

Heart of me, what dost thou here in the wearisome darkness, revoicing + 

Yesterday’s stale and forgotten despair? + 

Now it is midnight; but soon shall the wakening glory of morning + 

Shine in the East, when the darkness is gone; + 

Now in my spirit that sat for a time in the darkness of mourning + 

Waketh in gladness the mystical dawn. + 

New spring laugheth without⁠—to thy heart it is calling! and o’er thee + 

Soon shall the banners of dawn be unfurl’d; + 

Wait thou no longer, O heart, O heart that art strong, for before thee + 

Lieth the pomp of the great high world! + 

Now it is midnight; my Anguish, my Mourning, my Sadness, my Sorrow, + 

Crown you with nightshade, and once more with me + 

Drink and make merry; farewell! I am here with you now; on the morrow + 

Sail I over the mighty sea. + 