Chase No More

Ain't chasing O dear,
tir'd me;
In vain O dear,
return thee;
Toil over land,
harvest see;
Toil over them,
'tis no glee.

Vanity,
'tis vanity,
how dis'ppointing;
Never thee,
never O me,
shall desiring.

My dear soul,
want no more!
Ne'er again fool,
should thee pour!

Here thee me;
Chase no more.

[18 April 2007, Juta Niu LS, 'tis serenely lone morn]

PS (21/04): This poem is answered by another poem "Come and Rest".