Holidays, workdays, came and go:
So suffering:
We fear it yet it comes and goes:
We fear such till it comes
Then
When it comes we fear, fear so
That after all fear will at last go
And the weary rote and routine
Of day and week and month and
Year in centuries continues on
And on
Like the punishment of suffering Ixion
Holidays, workdays, came and go:
So suffering:
We fear it yet it comes and goes:
We fear such till it comes
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