Am I So Soon Grown Tired? - Yet This Old Sky Can Open Still Each Morn So Blue An Eye, This Great Old River Still Through Nights And Days Run Like A Happy Boy To Holidays, This Sun Be Still A Bridegroom, Though Long Wed, And Still Those Stars Go Singing Up The Night, Glad As Yon Lark There Splashing In The Light: Are These Old Things Indeed Unwearied, Yet I, So Soon Grown Tired, Would Creep Away To Bed!