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Fatigue

by Amy Lowell, 1912

Stupefy my heart to every day's monotony,
 Seal up my eyes, I would not look so far,
Chasten my steps to peaceful regularity,
 Bow down my head lest I behold a star.

Fill my days with work, a thousand calm necessities
 Leaving no moment to consecrate to hope,
Girdle my thoughts within the dull circumferences
 Of facts which form the actual in one short hour's scope.

Give me dreamless sleep, and loose night's power over me,
 Shut my ears to sounds only tumultuous then,
Bid Fancy slumber, and steal away its potency,
 Or Nature wakes and strives to live again.

Let each day pass, well ordered in its usefulness,
 Unlit by sunshine, unscarred by storm;
Dower me with strength and curb all foolish eagerness —
 The law exacts obedience.  Instruct, I will conform.

Published in A Dome of Many-Coloured Glass
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