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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
IDLENESS, by SILAS WEIR MITCHELL Poet's Biography
First Line: There is no dearer lover of lost hours
Last Line: All magic gifts of joy's simplicity.
Subject(s): Idleness; Laziness; Sloth; Indolence
First Line: There is no dearer lover of lost hours
Last Line: All magic gifts of joy's simplicity.
Subject(s): Idleness; Laziness; Sloth; Indolence
THERE is no dearer lover of lost hours Than I.
I can be idler than the idlest flowers; More idly lie
Than noonday lilies languidly afloat,
And water pillowed in a windless moat.
And I can be
Stiller than some gray stone
That hath no motion known.
It seems to me
That my still idleness doth make my own
All magic gifts of joy's simplicity.
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