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.

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3 Comments

  1. janie says:

    WOw! what an amazing poem by such an inspiring author!

  2. Rao says:

    Delightful poem indeed. Thank you.

  3. hannah says:

    Leisure is a beutiful poem by a very pronound author. I enjoyed this poem very much and plan to use it for my project. so thankyou to this website and to Amy Lowell.

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