Monday, March 31, 2008

1:02, and to bed.

With aching hands and bleeding feet
We dig and heap, lay stone on stone
We bear the burden and the heat
Of the long day, and wish 'twere done
Not till the hours of light return
All we have built do we discern
-Matthew Arnold


Nellie said...

Bethany and I am trying to get this poem. We think it means that you are studying alot! Is that what it means?

Amy said...

I am guessing the same thing.