Painful, indeed, are the hours of the night
When we must move our eyes from word to word
Of Shakespeare’s thoughts and sentences absurd.
At last, a math problem you’ve gotten right!
Can you imagine the budding delight
When your teacher detects that you have heard
His insistence on such methods preferred?
How in the world can my worries take flight?
All can be well if you can clear the mind,
And arrive at peace with the world around.
Silence the hopelessness and its sad sound
So another day’s work can be assigned.