Author Charles Lloyd A ceaseless restlessness doth goad The wretch devoted to the load With which thou dost oppress The abject soul: which all things willeth, Yet nothing it can meet with stilleth Its keen , and yet fastidious, eagerness. Tags Short Poems Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 Average: 5 (3 votes) Rate Log in or register to post comments