Laboring Song


it is addressed thusly:
A song.
it reads:
A time of sun and raining, a moon as new as the day
The sky both blue and flying with banners of gold and gray;

A thunder time and a lightning to call the clouds from the south
The shadow of sun in its setting the calm of night from its mouth;

A time for writing and reading, a time for sitting in thought
For watching the moon as it rises, for stirring the tea in the pot;

The bleach-brown days now coming, the time of the sun in the noon
Despond makes dark in its brightness, the singer fails from his tune;

As love is desire's companion, arrives when the other is gone
Calling him yet unlooked-for, when duty had carried on;

So diligence makes its recourse, where spirit had burnt out its wick
Gave birth to a flame through weeping: a time to water the stick.
a postscript is here written:
watering the stick john the dwarf

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