Weariness
I AM so tired, Father; I yearn for the long night's sleep,
Far in the shade of the forest, where murmur forever the deep
Low whispers of shadowy branches, in evening's wavering light.
I am so tired, Father; I long for the rest of night.
What do I care for the struggle, and what is the joy of success?
Give me rest in the calm of the forest's loneliness.
Alone in the silence of midnight, far from the surging sweep
Of passionate joy and sorrow, I long, I long for sleep.
Then, do I hope for a dawn? Who knows what the morn may be?
Sad or gay, what joy could the waking bring to me?
Is there a deeper bliss for the soul that long has striven
Than thus, to sleep in the darkness, under the starlit heaven?
Far in the shade of the forest, where murmur forever the deep
Low whispers of shadowy branches, in evening's wavering light.
I am so tired, Father; I long for the rest of night.
What do I care for the struggle, and what is the joy of success?
Give me rest in the calm of the forest's loneliness.
Alone in the silence of midnight, far from the surging sweep
Of passionate joy and sorrow, I long, I long for sleep.
Then, do I hope for a dawn? Who knows what the morn may be?
Sad or gay, what joy could the waking bring to me?
Is there a deeper bliss for the soul that long has striven
Than thus, to sleep in the darkness, under the starlit heaven?
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