I am tired of being patient, I am tired of resignation, I am sick to death of waiting for a joy that never comes, I am tired of stingy half-loaves, I am tired of imitation, I am tired of tasting other people's crumbs. Let us once, O soul, be truthful, let us fling aside concealment While we take our fill of sorrow as we never could of joy! It is genuine, abundant. It is ours, and not another's. Let us once, O soul, taste fullness, though that fullness should destroy! |