XIII: Tired
And rest! Why will it haunt me while I wake?
With all its tender promises of bliss?
Those hopes that never quite a real thing make--
and afterward the best of which I miss!
Would that I'd not believe that lying cheat
who takes my dearth of time and doesn't give.
That she and I would only ever meet
when I no longer have the strength to live!
Alack, but I should …
