423 <br /> <br />The Months have ends—the Years—a knot— <br />No Power can untie <br />To stretch a little further <br />A Skein of Misery— <br /> <br />The Earth lays back these tired lives <br />In her mysterious Drawers— <br />Too tenderly, that any doubt <br />An ultimate Repose— <br /> <br />The manner of the Children— <br />Who weary of the Day— <br />Themself—the noisy Plaything <br />They cannot put away—<br /><br />Emily Dickinson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-months-have-ends-the-years-a-knot/
