Let us rest. Every hour is not the next.

Let us rest. Every hour is not the next.

May this wreathe round with more than emptiness

The meaning of the ciphered living text

We owe to living and to thought confess.

Let us rest. Every hour is not the last.

A consolation comes from being late

Even at happiness, lest near winds blast

The present flower and fate still follow fate.

Let us rest. Power is useless and life vain.

To ask means to be answered with not giving.

To move towards pleasure is to walk on pain,

And having to live takes life out of living.

So there is no true thought nor just behest,

Nor pomp worthing having. Let us rest.