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For the ill change that thou hast wrought in me,
Who laugh no more nor lift my throat to sing!
Ah, life, I would have been a pleasant thing
To have about the house when I was grown
If thou hadst left my little joys alone!
I asked of thee no favor save this one:
That thou wouldst leave me playing in the sun!
And this thou didst deny, calling my name
Insistently, until I rose and came.
I saw the sun no more.-It were not well
So long on these unpleasant thoughts to dwell,
Need I arise to-morrow and renew through
Again my hated tasks, but I am
With all things savemy thoughts and this one night,
So that in truth I seem already quite

Free and remote from thee,-I feel no haste