Сара Тисдейл (Sara Teasdale)

Doctors

EVERY night I lie awake
    And every day I lie abed 
And hear the doctors, Pain and Death,
    Confering at my head.

They speak in scientific tones,
    Professional and low-- 
One argues for a speedy cure,
    The other, sure and slow.

To one so humble as myself
    It should be matter for some pride 
To have such noted fellows here,
    Conferring at my side.