Even Were Sleep Is Concerned, Too Much

Oh, Everything Looks Bad If You Remember It.

Now From His Breast Into The Eyes The Ache Of Longing Mounted, And He Wept At Last, His Dear Wife, Clear And Faithful, In His Arms, Longed For As The Sunwarmed Earth Is Longed For By A Swimmer Spent In Rough Water Where His Ship Went Down Under Poseidon's Blows, Gale Winds And Tons Of Sea. Few Men Can Keep Alive Through A Big Serf To Crawl, Clotted With Brine, On Kindly Beaches In Joy, In Joy, Knowing The Abyss Behind: And So She Too Rejoiced, Her Gaze Upon Her Husband, Her White Arms Round Him Pressed As Though Forever.

The God Of War Will See Fair Play-he's Often Slain That Wants To Slay!

Thou Wilt Lament Hereafter, When The Evil Shall Be Done And Shall Admit No Cure.

And They Die An Equal Death — The Idler And The Man Of Mighty Deeds.