Is My Soul Asleep? - Antonio Machado

Have those beehives that labor
at night stopped? And the water -
wheel of thought,
is it dry, the cups empty,
wheeling, carrying only shadows?
No, my soul is not asleep.
It is awake, wide awake.
It neither sleeps nor dreams, but watches,
its clear eyes open, for
far-off things, and listens
at the shore of the great silence.