| Edmund Clarence Stedman, ed. (1833–1908). A Victorian Anthology, 1837–1895. 1895. |
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| A Cry |
| | | Herbert Edwin Clarke (b. 1852) |
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| LO, I am weary of all, | |
| Of men and their love and their hate; | |
| I have been long enough Life’s thrall | |
| And the toy of a tyrant Fate. | |
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| I would have nothing but rest, | 5 |
| I would not struggle again; | |
| Take me now to thy breast, | |
| Earth, sweet mother of men. | |
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| Hide me and let me sleep; | |
| Give me a lonely tomb | 10 |
| So close and so dark and so deep | |
| I shall hear no trumpet of doom. | |
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| There let me lie forgot | |
| When the dead at its blast are gone; | |
| Give me to hear it not, | 15 |
| But only to slumber on. | |
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| This is the fate I crave, | |
| For I look to the end and see | |
| If there be not rest in the grave | |
| There will never be rest for me. | 20 |
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