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The last Complaint.
Woe is me! an old man saidStretched upon his dying bed:
Woe is me! for life is short;
And one hour cannot be bought
With great treasure or long thought.
What have all my days been worth?
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Pleasure ending in much pain,
Planting that brought forth no fruit,
Tree of life struck at the root,
Were my portion from my birth:
But my cold heart sickeneth
Shrinking from the touch of death;
And I fain would have again
Toil and weariness and pain
For a short time more on earth.
Yet the time was troublesome,
And the days lagged slowly on;
Surely it is better so:
And I cannot grieve to go
Hence. How fast the shadows come:—
Light and darkness both grow wan:—
Is that fire? it is not heat.
Cover up my face and feet;
Stand back; do not speak to me:
I would think how it will be
When the sun is blotted from
My existence, and the worm
Dwells with me as friend with friend
For a certain measured term.
But his term will have an end:
Then I shall be quite alone,
Quite alone without a sound;
For no wind beneath the ground
Can come jarring bone with bone.
Without eyes I shall behold
Darkness, and shall feel the cold
Without nerves, or brain, or flesh;—
Oh sweet air that blowest fresh;
Oh sweet stars that glimmer through
The dim casement;—I shall soon
Have a sod instead of you.
Draw the curtains, while I wake
Who shall sleep; and let me lie
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For I cannot bear to take
My last look of the clear moon.
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