I O YE that lie on the sandy beach, With nothing whatever to do, Beyond the beckoning, grasping reach Of the city and all its crew II There are pleasanter things in summertime Than to coax the bashful laugh, Than to build the lofty and careful rhyme, And to prune a paragraph. III There are pleasanter things to do at night Alluringer things by day, Than to seek a subject on which to write A merrily mirthsome lay. IV And so when it squeaks as I strike the strings, And I long to be labour-free, I just go and do those pleasanter things I spoke of in II and III. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CONCORD HYMN; SUNG AT COMPLETION OF CONCORD MONUMENT, 1836 by RALPH WALDO EMERSON TO MY MOTHER SLEEPING by MARY RUSSELL MITFORD ASTROPHEL AND STELLA: 52 by PHILIP SIDNEY AFTER THE NIGHT by NOUREDDIN ADDIS JOHN MAYNARD by HORATIO ALGER JR. AUTUMN by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD |