Poems (Schiller)/I am weary
I AM WEARY
"I am weary—oh so weary," And the speaker leaned her headOn a hand of snowy Whiteness, And closed her eyes in silent dread.
Why so weary? how, I wonder, Had she for her bread to toil?Had she to support a mother, Was her life nought but turmoil?
No, her dress betokens riches, Diamonds in her hair do shine;And other gems do sparkle brightly Around, as if they were a mine.
She was weary, 'cause the dandies, All around her oft did flock;And tried to win her for her riches, With silly flattery and talk.
And no wonder she was weary; For flattery one does despise,And often there is no truth in it, 'Tis nothing at all but worldly lies.[Aged 13 years.]