Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, IDLENESS, by THOMAS STURGE MOORE


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First Line: O idleness, too fond of me. / begone, I know and hate thee!
Last Line: From idleness deliver!
Alternate Author Name(s): Moore, T. Sturge
Variant Title(s): To Idleness
Subject(s): Idleness; Laziness; Sloth; Indolence


O IDLENESS, too fond of me,
Begone, I know and hate thee!
Nothing canst thou of pleasure see
In one that so doth rate thee;

For empty are both mind and heart
While thou with me dost linger;
More profit would to thee impart
A babe that sucks its finger.

I know thou hast a better way
To spend these hours thou squanderest;
Some lad toils in the trough to-day
Who groans because thou wanderest;

A bleating sheep he dowses now
Or wrestles with ram's terror;
Ah, 'mid the washing's hubbub, how
His sighs reproach thine error!

He knows and loves thee, Idleness;
For when his sheep are browsing,
His open eyes enchant and bless
A mind divinely drowsing;

No slave to sleep, he wills and sees
From hill-lawns the brown tillage;
Green winding lanes and clumps of trees,
Far town or nearer village,

The sea itself; the fishing fleet
Where more, as fond, thy lovers,
Heark'ning to sea-mews find thee sweet
Like him who hears the plovers.

Begone; those haul their ropes at sea,
These plunge sheep in yon river:
Free, free from toil thy friends, and me
From Idleness deliver!





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