Along the Night

I have walked all my miles before this midnight 
Carried the loads to where they lie 
The light is lost to time and crickets 
And sleeping is now nigh 

While I yet wake there won't be stir 
By my hand or body 
I will be just as a fir 
Flowing motionless soddy 

Riding minutes working naught 
Couches catch my drift 
Nothing running can be caught 
When fingers do not lift 

Fracas outer side may burn 
Cries for fighting sides 
Powers not to be returned 
Til the dawning skies