Classic Poem

" Arise, depart, for this is not your rest. " —
Oh burden of all burdens, still to arise
And still depart, nor rest in any wise!
Rolling, still rolling thus to east from west
Earth journeys on her immemorial quest,
Whom a moon chases in no different guise:
Thus stars pursue their courses, and thus flies
The sun, and thus all creatures manifest.
Unrest the common heritage, the ban
Flung broadcast on all humankind, on all
Who live; for living, all are bound to die:
That which is old, we know that it is man:
These have no rest who sit and dream and sigh,
Nor have those rest who wrestle and who fall.