Amy Lowell (Эми Лоуэлл)

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.

1. The Coal Picker
2. The Cross-Roads
3. In Answer to a Request
4. Late September
5. A Tale of Starvation

William Davies (Уильям Дэвис (Дэйвис)) Leisure ("What is life if, full of care")

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