V: News

He’s tired now, though not enough to sleep,

a-seat upon his armchair scrolling news.

But not that news which nettles one to weep,

tis for some placate humdrum that he stews.

Is there some mission that he does avoid?

A work t’which he should even now be set?

Could he so rise and calm that inner void

which begs that news that nothing will beget?

So look then, man! and see the news afore,

see what there is that can’t be seen by scroll!

Up now! and live the life that fate has bore,

use now thy feet before time takes her toll!

Let bore nor fear not vex thee now be prone.

Live now, and conquer here, and in the morn.