Amy Lowell: Leisure


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.