Woe is me

Oh, woe is me.

On this hour, this time, this drift.

Have I not exerted matter,

In order that I be occupied with more dignity?

 

To be filled with glee, longing, and wonder.

To be sought by a higher calling.

 

Not today, of all black days.

My heart is heavy.

For I alone hold it warm.

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