Out of it all ... and now I see clearly
How little there was that touched me nearly.
Though I hated (how idly!) and loved (how dearly!),
Though I deemed this great, and judged that small;
Now the bounds I set are a crumbled wall —
Out of it — out of it all!

Out of the years that lagged, or hasted,
Out of the power of the griefs that wasted,
Out of the sway of the joys that, half-tasted,
Leave the heart sick, that so soon they can pall —
Out of the drive, the tumult, the brawl,
Out of it — out of it all!

Out of it all ... And the world receding,
Who, or what, is there, whither leading?
Through a space unknown, I, unknown, am speeding,
And the fashions that were, away from me fall ...
What was that word I would fain recall? —
" Out of it — out of it all! "