The Heart of a Woman and Other Poems/Tired
TIRED
I'm tired, days and nights to me
Drag on in slow monotony,
With not a single star in sight
To lend a gleam of cheering light.
Drag on in slow monotony,
With not a single star in sight
To lend a gleam of cheering light.
I'm tired, there are none to care
That I am drifting to despair:
O shadows! take me to your breast
For I am tired—I would rest.
That I am drifting to despair:
O shadows! take me to your breast
For I am tired—I would rest.