Of My Life

I weary of my life
Through the long sultry day,
While happy creatures play
Their harmless lives away:—
  What is my life?

I weary of my life
Through the slow tedious night,
While, earth and heaven's delight,
The moon walks forth in white:—
  What is my life?

If I might, I would die:
My soul should flee away
To-day that is not day
Where sweet souls sing and say—
  If I might die!

If I might, I would die:
My body out of sight,
All night that is not night
My soul should walk in white—
  If I might die!