I Am Tired

He told them ‘I am tired, I am tired I am tired.' ‘But why? ' they asked ‘My heart be broken always Subdividing, ' said he. Then he took up the lyre and With the taking up Lighted his face Coursed his blood And tiredness began to Fade. To sing he began and as Time passed He sang and sang Less tired And With ever minute More and more Fired. And then they said: ‘Look There's fire in his eyes As he sings' He ceased to sing and Said ‘Now I am finished in Singing. For singing must Inspired be. And Inspiration is of its time And Then subsides.' Heard they Said no word they And one by one went they Away.