Walter


Frayed is the morn that night has left me
and ragged are the shades ’neath windowpane and door
sleep has not to the bright day lasted
I sit and drink my cup once more

Fade, fade, all last day’s sorrow
View, view the water in the cup it looks
like smoke, pick up a book
it was before you saw the morrow

Not all time’s fangs’re yet closed
you were not dead – you merely dozed
the daylight knows what’s best

The dream now from your brow has passed
you stand – you are composed
get on your way and do it fast