Worn out from toil I haste to bed
Oh, sweet repose when day is through
I close my eyes, but darkness brings
Your shadow to my sightless view
For you and for myself, no quiet find
But then begins a journey in my head
To work my mind when body's work's expired
For then my thoughts – from far where I abide –
Intend a zealous pilgrimage to you
And keep my drooping eyelids open wide
But day by night and night by day
And each, though enemies to either's reign
Do in concent shake hands to torture me
The one by toil the other to complain
How far I toil still farther off from where you are
When day's oppression is not eased by night
When in disgrace with fortune's eyes
I all alone beweep my state
And when I look upon myself
I curse my fate, I curse my fate
But all the same the dark is bright
I curse and bless this day by night
Sweet love I care not what life brings
I scorn to change my state with kings
For you and for myself, no quiet find
But then begins a journey in my head
To work my mind when body's work's expired
For then my thoughts – from far where I abide –
Intend a zealous pilgrimage to you
And keep my drooping eyelids open wide
But day by night and night by day
And each, though enemies to either's reign
Do in concent shake hands to torture me
The one by toil the other to complain
How far I toil still farther off from where you are
When day's oppression is not eased by night
Oh, sweet repose when day is through
I close my eyes, but darkness brings
Your shadow to my sightless view
For you and for myself, no quiet find
But then begins a journey in my head
To work my mind when body's work's expired
For then my thoughts – from far where I abide –
Intend a zealous pilgrimage to you
And keep my drooping eyelids open wide
But day by night and night by day
And each, though enemies to either's reign
Do in concent shake hands to torture me
The one by toil the other to complain
How far I toil still farther off from where you are
When day's oppression is not eased by night
When in disgrace with fortune's eyes
I all alone beweep my state
And when I look upon myself
I curse my fate, I curse my fate
But all the same the dark is bright
I curse and bless this day by night
Sweet love I care not what life brings
I scorn to change my state with kings
For you and for myself, no quiet find
But then begins a journey in my head
To work my mind when body's work's expired
For then my thoughts – from far where I abide –
Intend a zealous pilgrimage to you
And keep my drooping eyelids open wide
But day by night and night by day
And each, though enemies to either's reign
Do in concent shake hands to torture me
The one by toil the other to complain
How far I toil still farther off from where you are
When day's oppression is not eased by night
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