Classic Poem

I weary of my life
Thro' the long sultry day,
While happy creatures play
Their harmless lives away:—
What is my life?

I weary of my life
Thro' the slow tedious night,
While earth and heaven's delight
The moon walks forth in white:—
What is my life?

If I might I would die;
My soul should flee away
To day that is not day
Where sweet souls sing and say.—
If I might die!

If I might I would die;
My body out of sight,
All night that is not night
My soul should walk in white—
If I might die!