<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=358186" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Tired Worker</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">O whisper, O my soul! The afternoon <br>Is waning into evening, whisper soft! <br>Peace, O my rebel heart! for soon the moon <br>From out its misty veil will swing aloft! <br>Be patient, weary body, soon the night <br>Will wrap thee gently in her sable sheet, <br>And with a leaden sigh thou wilt invite <br>To rest thy tired hands and aching feet. <br>The wretched day was theirs, the night is mine; <br>Come tender sleep, and fold me to thy breast. <br>But what steals out the gray clouds like red wine? <br>O dawn! O dreaded dawn! O let me rest <br>Weary my veins, my brain, my life! Have pity! <br>No! Once again the harsh, the ugly city.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Claude+McKay">Claude McKay</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=358186" data-title="The Tired Worker de Claude McKay" data-description="O whisper, O my soul! The afternoon Is waning into evening, whisper soft! Peace, O my rebel heart! for soon the moon From out its misty veil will swing aloft! Be patient, weary body, soon the night Will wrap thee gently in her sable sheet, A..."></div> </div> </div>

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