The Lament of the Late Riser

Joseph Warren Bishop

'Tis dark. It seems
As if 't were early morning.
Half thoughts, half dreams,
Into my mind are swarming.
Upon my ear
A deep-toned knell is falling.
I wake, and hear
The bell to chapel calling.

I rise and dress,
For haste its sounds betoken.
My shoe, I ---- bless,
For now the string is broken.
I'm late. A cut
Is added to my sorrow.
The chapel's shut!
I'll rise at six to-morrow.

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