The Conservative (Lovecraft)/April 1916/Another Endless Day
Another Endless Day.
Another endless day;
A night that flies too soon;
Unwilling toil, half-hearted play,
From new to waning moon!
No joy, nor heart to laugh;
No hope whore once 'twas high;
The cup I've but begun to quaff
Is stale--the fountain dry!
Oh, for a cause to fight;
A passion or a pang;
A love to thrill with new delight;
A grief I never sang!
Something to stir my soul
As not in life before;
To make the weary spirit whole,
And bless the day once more!
Rheinhart Kleiner.