That I should cease to see and feel!
Oh, this life
Looks with two faces upon us:
Dawn, her cheeks anointed with honey and honeycomb,
And Care, with swarthy face like an old fisherman, taciturn, shedding tears of pitch!
That I should fall,
Striking the echoing pavement with the head
Of an anointed King!
The Second Watcher: Peace, peace, O King, and do not speak so loudly! Be still! If you cannot sleep, keep silence!
For this is the dreadful part of the night that was not meant for the eye of man,