One's Own Requiem

Witter Bynner

Oh, now for fewer roofs upon this house,
 Only one roof and that a lasting one,-
And so for quietude after carouse
 And for indifferent feeling of the sun!

Darken me wholly, with no lights to close,
  Ease me to bed beyond a need of sleep,
Let knowledge be the thing a dead man knows
 And faith become an easy thing to keep.