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First Line: We are so tired, my heart and I
Last Line: The absolution of the grave.
Alternate Author Name(s): Lake, Claude
Subject(s): Life


WE are so tired, my heart and I.
Of all things here beneath the sky
One only thing would please us best --
Endless, unfathomable rest.

We are so tired; we ask no more
Than just to slip out by Life's door;
And leave behind the noisy rout
And everlasting turn about.

Once it seemed well to run on too
With her importunate, fevered crew,
And snatch amid the frantic strife
Some morsel from the board of life.


But we are tired. At Life's crude hands
We ask no gift she understands;
But kneel to him she hates to crave
The absolution of the grave.







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