html.skin-theme-clientpref-night @media(prefers-color-scheme:dark){html.skin-theme-clientpref-os }"I am weary—oh so weary,"
And the speaker leaned her head
On a hand of snowy Whiteness,
And closed her eyes in silent dread.
Why so weary? how, I wonder,
Had she for her bread to toil?
Had she to support a mother,
Was her life nought but turmoil?
No, her dress betokens riches,
Diamonds in her hair do shine;
And other gems do sparkle brightly
Around, as if they were a mine.
She was weary, 'cause the dandies,
All around her oft did flock;
And tried to win her for her riches,
With silly flattery and talk.
And no wonder she was weary;
For flattery one does despise,
And often there is no truth in it,
'Tis nothing at all but worldly lies.
[Aged 13 years.]