Weariness - Poem by Witter Bynner
There is a dear weariness of love...
Hand relaxed in hand,
Shoulder at rest upon shoulder.
And to me that pool of weariness is more wonderful
Than crater, cataract,
For it is a double pool
In which lie, silent,
The golden fishes of sleep.
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