Greek Epigram lyrics
by Ezra Pound
Day and night are never weary,
Nor yet is God of creating
For day and night their torch-bearers
The aube and the crepuscule.
So, when I weary of praising the dawn and the sun-set,
Let me be no more counted among the immortals;
But number me amid the wearying ones,
Let me be a man as the herd,
And as the slave that is given in barter.