Give me some air ! Open all the windows ! Open more windows than there are windows in the world !...

Here, where the world is quiet;
Here, where all trouble seems
Dead winds' and spent waves'riot
In doubtful dreams of dreams;
I watch the green field growing
For reaping folk and sowing,
For harvest-time and moving,
A sleepy world of streams.

I am tired of tears and laughter,
And men that laught and weep;
Of what may come hereafter
For men that sow to reap;
I am weary of days and hours,
Blown buds of barren flowers,
Desires and dreams and powers
And everything but sleep.