"TROUBLED ABOUT MANY THINGS."
How many times these low feet staggered, Only the soldered mouth can tell;Try! can you stir the awful rivet?
Try! can you lift the hasps of steel?
Stroke the cool forehead, hot so often, Lift, if you can, the listless hair;Handle the adamantine fingers Never a thimble more shall wear.
Buzz the dull flies on the chamber window;
Brave shines the sun through the freckled pane;Fearless the cobweb swings from the ceiling --Indolent housewife, in daisies lain!