When will the bell ring, and end this weariness? br How long have they tugged the leash, and strained apart br My pack of unruly hounds: I cannot start br Them again on a quarry of knowledge they hate to hunt, br I can haul them and urge them no more. br No more can I endure to bear the brunt br Of the books that lie out on the desks: a full three score br Of several insults of blotted pages and scrawl br Of slovenly work that they have offered me. br I am sick, and tired more than any thrall br Upon the woodstacks working weariedly.