I have lain in the sun <br />I have toil'd as I might, <br />I have thought as I would, <br />And now it is night. <br /> <br />My bed full of sleep, <br />My heart full of content <br />For friends that I met <br />The way that I went. <br /> <br />I welcome fatigue <br />While frenzy and care <br />Like thin summer clouds <br />Go melting in air. <br /> <br />To dream as I may <br />And awake when I will <br />With the song of the birds <br />And the sun on the hill. <br /> <br />Or death - were it death - <br />To what would I wake <br />Who loved in my home <br />All life for its sake? <br /> <br />What good have I wrought? <br />I laugh to have learned <br />That joy cannot come <br />Unless it be earned; <br /> <br />For a happier lot <br />Than God giveth me <br />It never hath been <br />Nor ever shall be.<br /><br />Robert Seymour Bridges<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/nimium-fortunatus/
