Duty!
Yea, by duty’s prime condition
Pure nonentity of duty!
LIFE IS STRUGGLE.
To wear out heart, and nerves, and brain,
And give oneself a world of pain;
Be eager, angry, fierce, and hot,
Imperious, supple—God knows what,
For what’s all one to have or not;
O false, unwise, absurd, and vain!