Classic Poem

Why have you gone down in me,
O light of life, sun of the world?
Why is your radiance gone from me?
The path of my life wherein I walked
So unfaltering
Has stopped under my feet;
The shadows are heavy about me,
There is no direction or end; I stumble.

It is only you can make the path sure;
Reason and foresight go ever round and round,
And our continual confusion and noisy seeking of the will
Only you can set in eager forward ways.

Come, deceive me again into happiness!
Put upon me your old delusion, your certainties of good.
For the world of itself is too terrible;
Without your gilding it is too terrible to bear,
Sun of the world!