A man with some authenic worries And many vain and silly ones, I am well-schooled in sleeplessness; I know it from the inside out. I breathe, and I know what's at stake. But still sometimes I'm sane and sound, However heart or head may ache; I go to sleep when I lie down. With no determined care to breathe. I breathe and live and sleep and take A sabbath from my weariness. I rest in an unasking trust Like clouds and ponds and stones and trees. The long-arising Day will break If I should die before