Now Where It wakes when I wake, walks when I walk, turns back when I turn back, beating me to the door. It spoils my food and steals my sleep, and mocks me, saying, "Where is your God now?” And so, like a widow, I lie down after supper. If I lie down or sit up it's all the same: the days and nights bear me along. To strangers I must seem alive. Spring comes, summer; cool, clear weather; heat, rain..