No servile little fear shall daunt my will <br />This morning. I have courage steeled to say <br />I will be lazy, conqueringly still, <br />I will not lose the hours in toil this day. <br /> <br />The roaring world without, careless of souls, <br />Shall leave me to my placid dream of rest, <br />My four walls shield me from its shouting ghouls, <br />And all its hates have fled my quiet breast. <br /> <br />And I will loll here resting, wide awake, <br />Dead to the world of work, the world of love, <br />I laze contented just for dreaming's sake <br />With not the slightest urge to think or move. <br /> <br />How tired unto death, how tired I was! <br />Now for a day I put my burdens by, <br />And like a child amidst the meadow grass <br />Under the southern sun, I languid lie <br /> <br />And feel the bed about me kindly deep, <br />My strength ooze gently from my hollow bones, <br />My worried brain drift aimlessly to sleep, <br />Like softening to a song of tuneful tones.<br /><br />Claude McKay<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/french-leave/
