I TOIL, I toil, as toils a jaded horse <br />Around the ever-changing changeless track <br />From sunrise on to sunset, till the mill, <br />That grinds in flour my heart and soul, is still, <br />And the ropes are loosed, and I may leave my course <br />And silent, alone with the night, go back <br />To misery and the cruel sleep whose breasts, <br />Bitter to suck, give poisoned milk. And this <br />Is my life! And everything attests <br />Hell's fleshless hand that holds me pitiless!<br /><br />Francis William Lauderdale Adams<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/toil-3/
