Classic Poem

An hour was taken
To make the day an hour longer.
The longer day increased
In what had been unfinished.
Another hour from sleep was taken,
Till all sleep was contravened,
Yet the day's course
More long and more undone.

And the sleep gone.
And the same day goes on and on,
A mighty day, with sleeplessness
A gradual evening toward soon lying down.

Soon, soon.
And sleep forgotten,
Like: What was birth?
And no death yet, the end so slowly,
We seem departing but we stay.

And if we stay
There will be more to do
And never through though much is through.
For much keeps the eyes so much open,
So much open is so much sleep forgotten,
Sleep forgotten is sleep contravened,
Sleep contravened is so much longer mind,
More thought, more speaking,
Instead of sleep, blinking, blinking,
Blinking upright and with dreams
Same as all usual things,
Usual things same as all dreams.