Leisure, thou goddess of a bygone age, When hours were long and days sufficed to hold Wide-eyed delights and pleasures uncontrolled By shortening moments, when no gaunt presage Of undone duties, modern heritage, Haunted our happy minds; must thou withhold Thy presence from this over-busy world, And bearing silence with thee disengage Our twined fortunes? Deeps of unhewn woods Alone can cherish thee, alone possess Thy quiet, teeming vigor. This our crime: Not to have worshipped, marred by alien moods That sole condition of all loveliness, The dreaming lapse of slow, unmeasured time. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO HIS MISTRESS by ABRAHAM COWLEY OPEN, TIME by LOUISE IMOGEN GUINEY THE CRADLE SONG OF THE POOR by ADELAIDE ANNE PROCTER THE GRAVE OF SHELLEY by OSCAR WILDE BILL'S LENGTH by ALEXANDER ANDERSON OUR CLUB by SYLVIA DILLAVOU BARCLAY THE LOVE SONNETS OF PROTEUS: 89. THE LIMIT OF HUMAN KNOWLEDGE by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT SONNETS FROM THE PORTUGUESE: 31 by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING EPISTLE TO MR. M'ADAM; IN ANSWER TO AN OBLIGING LETTER ... by ROBERT BURNS |