O whisper, O my soul! The afternoon <br />Is waning into evening, whisper soft! <br />Peace, O my rebel heart! for soon the moon <br />From out its misty veil will swing aloft! <br />Be patient, weary body, soon the night <br />Will wrap thee gently in her sable sheet, <br />And with a leaden sigh thou wilt invite <br />To rest thy tired hands and aching feet. <br />The wretched day was theirs, the night is mine; <br />Come tender sleep, and fold me to thy breast. <br />But what steals out the gray clouds like red wine? <br />O dawn! O dreaded dawn! O let me rest <br />Weary my veins, my brain, my life! Have pity! <br />No! Once again the harsh, the ugly city.<br /><br />Claude McKay<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-tired-worker/
