At least I live. Emotion’s fiercest winds
Sweep through my soul.
Sometimes my heartstrings play the gayest chimes –
Sometimes a toll.
I am not stagnant. All my Being thrills;
A raptured song
Resounds throughout my Self with varied tones
The whole day long.
At least I live. I am not stagnant. Though
My joy or pain
o’erwhelms me with the terror of despair –
‘Tis not in vain.
So, when oppress’ed with fervour let me say:
“Tomorrow I shall sing a richer lay!”