I TOIL, I toil, as toils a jaded horse br Around the ever-changing changeless track br From sunrise on to sunset, till the mill, br That grinds in flour my heart and soul, is still, br And the ropes are loosed, and I may leave my course br And silent, alone with the night, go back br To misery and the cruel sleep whose breasts, br Bitter to suck, give poisoned milk.