THE stars are twinkling in the sky, <br /> As to the pit I go; <br />I think not of the sheen on high, <br /> But of the gloom below. <br /> <br />Not rest nor peace, but toil and strife, <br /> Do there the soul enthral; <br />And turn the precious cup of life <br /> Into a cup of gall.<br /><br />Joseph Skipsey<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-stars-are-twinkling/
