Poems (Whitney)/Half awake
HALF AWAKE.
Ah, working-day life,Pain, struggle and strife—Ado and undoing,Action and rueing,Much undertaking,Yet ne'er a thing making;Purposing featlyTo break as completely!What do I live for?What do I grieve for? Millions like me have lived,Millions like me have grieved;Of each be it saidThat earth was his bed,And there he lay dreaming:For a day, however it seemed,He dreamed;—for a night, he dreamed that he dreamed.