For myself a heap of ashes of weariness, till sleep
Shall have raked the embers clear: I will keep
Some of my strength for myself, for if I should sell
It all for them, I should hate them—
—I will sit and wait for the bell.
TURNBULL AND SPEARS, PRINTERS, EDINBURGH
Transcriber’s note
The author’s representation of dialect exhibits some inconsistencies, which have been retained as printed.