SO SOON TIRED!

By Richard Le Gallienne

Am I so soon grown tired?— yet this old sky

Can open still each morn so blue an eye,

This great old river still through nights and days

Run like a happy boy to holidays,

This sun be still a bridegroom, though long wed,

And still those stars go singing up the night,

Glad as yon lark there splashing in the light:

Are these old things indeed unwearied,

Yet I, so soon grown tired, would creep away to bed!