I know it, how time will ravage,
how time will level, and yet
I long with a longing savage,
I regret with a fierce regret....”
We are sorely tired, “we, with our bodies thus weakly, with hearts hard and dangerous.”
“We have suffered and striven
till we have grown reckless of pain,
though feeble of heart, and of brain.”
Who has expressed the malady of our time better? “Our burdens are heavy, our natures weak,” he says again. We cannot escape from them: