Writes conscious guilt 

 No transcript on the brow? Hangs it not out 

 Its signal there, altho' it seem to hide 

 'Neath an impervious shroud? 

 Look thro' the depths 

 Of my unshrinking eye, deep, deep within. 

 What see ye there? what gives suspicion birth? 

 As longs the laborer for the setting sun, 

 Watching the lengthening shadows that foretell 

 The time of rest, yet day by day returns 

 To the same task again, so I endure 

 Wearisome nights and months of burdening woe. 

 I would not alway live this loathed life 

 Whose days are vanity. Soon shall I sleep 

 Low in the dust, and when the morning comes 

 And thro' its curtaining mists ye seek my face 

 I shall not be." 

 Earnest the Shuhite spake, 

 "How long shall these thy words, like eddying winds 

 Fall empty on the ear? 

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