Fatigue
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tupefy my heart to every day's monotony,Seal up my eyes, I would not look so far,Chasten my steps to peaceful regularity,Bow down my head lest I behold a star. Fill my days with work, a thousand calm necessitiesLeaving no moment to consecrate to hope,Girdle my thoughts within the dull circumferencesOf facts which form the actual in one short hour's scope. Give me dreamless sleep, and loose night's power over me,Shut my ears to sounds only tumultuous then,Bid Fancy slumber, and steal away its potency,Or Nature wakes and strives to live again. Let each day pass, well ordered in its usefulness,Unlit by sunshine, unscarred by storm;Dower me with strength and curb all foolish eagerness --The law exacts obedience. Instruct, I will conform. A Japanese Wood-Carving High up above the open, welcoming doorIt hangs, a piece of wood with colours dim.Once, long ago, it was a waving treeAnd knew the sun and shadow through the leavesOf forest trees, in a thick eastern wood.The winter snows had bent its branches down,The spring had swelled its buds with coming flowers,Summer had run like fire through its veins,While autumn pelted it with chestnut burrs,And strewed the leafy ground with acorn cups.Dark midnight storms had roared and crashed amongIts branches, breaking here and there a limb;But every now and then broad sunlit daysLovingly lingered, caught among the leaves.Yes, it had known all this, and yet to usIt does not speak of mossy forest ways,Of whispering pine trees or the shimmering birch;But of quick winds, and the salt, stinging sea!An artist once, with patient, careful knife,Had fashioned it like to the untamed sea.Here waves uprear themselves, their tops blown backBy the gay, sunny wind, which whips the blueAnd breaks it into gleams and sparks of light.Among the flashing waves are two white birdsWhich swoop, and soar, and scream for very joyAt the wild sport. Now diving quickly in,Questing some glistening fish. Now flying up,Their dripping feathers shining in the sun,While the wet drops like little glints of light,Fall pattering backward to the parent sea.Gliding along the green and foam-flecked hollows,Or skimming some white crest about to break,The spirits of the sky deigning to stoopAnd play with ocean in a summer mood.Hanging above the high, wide open door,It brings to us in quiet, firelit room,The freedom of the earth's vast solitudes,Where heaping, sunny waves tumble and roll,And seabirds scream in wanton happiness. A Little Song When you, my Dear, are away, away,How wearily goes the creeping day.A year drags after morning, and nightStarts another year of candle light.O Pausing Sun and Lingering Moon!Grant me, I beg of you, this boon. Whirl round the earth as never sunHas his diurnal journey run.And, Moon, slip past the ladders of airIn a single flash, while your streaming hairCatches the stars and pulls them downTo shine on some slumbering Chinese town.O Kindly Sun! Understanding Moon!Bring evening to crowd the footsteps of noon. But when that long awaited dayHangs ripe in the heavens, your voyaging stay.Be morning, O Sun! with the lark in song,Be afternoon for ages long.And, Moon, let you and your lesser lightsWatch over a century of nights.
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