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I have a king who does not speak; / So, wondering, thro' the hours meek / I trudge the day away, -- / Half glad when it is night and sleep, / If, haply, thro' a dream to peep / In parlors shut by day.
And if I do, when morning comes, / It is as if a hundred drums / Did round my pillow roll, / And shouts fill all my childish sky, / And bells keep saying 'victory' / From steeples in my soul!
And if I don't, the little Bird / Within the Orchard is not heard, / And I omit to pray, / 'Father, thy will be done' to-day, / For my will goes the other way, / And it were perjury!