The Months have ends -- the Years -- a knot --
No Power can untie
To stretch a little further
A Skein of Misery --
The Earth lays back these tired lives
In her mysterious Drawers --
Too tenderly, that any doubt
An ultimate Repose --
The manner of the Children --
Who weary of the Day --
Themself -- the noisy Plaything
They cannot put away --
