Evensong
Resign the rhapsody, the dream
To men of larger reach
Be ours the quest of a plain theme
The piety of speech
As monkish scribes from morning break
Toiled till the close of light
Nor thought a day too long to make
One line or letter bright
Leave, muse of my heart
Sans finish and sans frame
Leave unadorned by needless art
The picture as it came
The future, a foreign land
I won't let you hold me in your hands
Destiny does not exist
I will rise, with or without thou
We also with an ardent mind
Time, wealth, and fame forgot
Our glory in our patience find
And skim, and skim the pot
Till last, when round the house we hear
The evensong of birds
One corner of blue heaven appear
In our clear well of words
Leave, muse of my heart
Sans finish and sans frame
Leave unadorned by needless art
The picture as it came
The future, a foreign land
I won't let you hold me in your hands
Destiny does not exist
I will rise, with or without thou
The future, a foreign land
I won't let you hold me in your hands
Destiny does not exist
I will rise, to my muse
Deuteros plous
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Wakan Tanka
When it comes, time to die
Be not like those whose hearts are filled with the fear of death
So when their time comes, they weep and pray
For a little more time to live their lives over again in a different way
Sing your death song, and die like a hero going home
[Live extension:]
To the muse
Deuteros plous