To wake? Too much!

Late.

My body trembles, and

I ache; and then

I wake. I wake

Before the Sun must raise His head

Before the Moon has sought Her bed

I must wake

And stumble out

Put on a face to see

And go where I must be

But I am slacked with weariness

My powers fail, and dreariness

And loneliness cannot be fought

Only shouldered, but

How my shoulders ache!

When each day I wake,

I wake.