THE BURDEN
WRITHED beneath my burden,
fumed and groaned.
My burden that had felt and
heard me, moaned:
"You do not know what misery is, nor
what
The bitterest part is of our common lot.
The strength I load in you with my loath
weight,
My weakness would so gladly own its
fate.
Think, once, how much more dreadful it
must be
To be the burden than bear it, and pity
me!"
