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In my craft or sullen art / Exercised in the still night / When only the moon rages / And the lovers lie abed
With all their griefs in their arms / I labour by singing light / Not for ambition or bread / Or the strut and trade of charms / On the ivory stages
But for the common wages / Of their most secret heart.
Not for the proud man apart / From the raging moon I write / On these spindrift pages
Nor for the towering dead / With their nightingales and psalms / But for the lovers, their arms / Round the griefs of the ages / Who pay no praise or wages
Nor heed my craft or art.