LET us take leave of haste awhile, And loiter, well content, With little pleasure to beguile, And small habiliment; -- Just a wide sweep of rain-washed sky, A flower, a bird-note sweet; Some easy trappings worn awry; Loose latchets for our feet; A wheaten loaf within our scrip; For drink the hillside spring, And for true heart-companionship The love of loitering. We want so much, and yet we need So very slight a store, But in the age's grip of greed We hurry more and more. The woodland weaves its gold-green net; The warm wind lazes by; Can we forego? can we forget? Come, comrade, let us try! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE HOMECOMING by THOMAS HARDY TO THE UNKNOWN EROS: BOOK 1: 8. DEPARTURE by COVENTRY KERSEY DIGHTON PATMORE KNEE-DEEP IN JUNE by JAMES WHITCOMB RILEY THE STORK by GHALIB IBN RIBAH AL-HAJJAM ON THE DEATH OF AN INFANT OF FIVE DAYS OLD by ELIZABETH BOYD REFLECTIONS ON HAVING LEFT A PLACE OF RETIREMENT by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE |