A song by the Beatles (Hard Day’s Night) rewritten in the style of John Milton
When I consider all the weary length
Of this day’s night in arduous toil spent,
On heavenly sleep my hungering soul is bent
E’er I regain Man’s Herculean strength.
Yet stygian darkness fades when thee I see,
And all thou dost restores my wakefulness,
Thus warmed again, as by the Sun’s caress,
I wake to Eden’s bright felicity.
When I consider all thou dost require,
For no reward save what thou art to me
I fain would labour long and ceaselessly
To purchase ev’rything thou couldst desire.
And, having done so, seek no easeful rest
But in Elysian paradise rejoice,
Content to hear the music of thy voice,
And have thee as my sole and treasured guest.
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