These Days

I've awaken!

The morning's broken!

My body, like burden,

Greets the sun again!

Looking through the meadow,

The street-lights--that are yellow

Confused the night of morrow

That the almighty bestow.

Fields of haze,

Blanketed by swirling craze

Tangle me into a maze;

---Marked by these days.

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