Poems (Cromwell)/Idleness
IDLENESS
I feel the stress
Of life's unmeaning days:
Oh, how the vain past weighs
My will—the vacant seasons numberless!
Of life's unmeaning days:
Oh, how the vain past weighs
My will—the vacant seasons numberless!
The clear device
Intrepid thoughts define,—
The glowing, bravo design—
Elude the weary shuttle twice and thrice.
Intrepid thoughts define,—
The glowing, bravo design—
Elude the weary shuttle twice and thrice.
I lose the whole in shreds;
The sombre days unroll,
And I must spend my dole
Of time untwisting ravelled threads.
The sombre days unroll,
And I must spend my dole
Of time untwisting ravelled threads.