I O YE that lie on the sandy beach, With nothing whatever to do, Beyond the beckoning, grasping reach Of the city and all its crew II There are pleasanter things in summertime Than to coax the bashful laugh, Than to build the lofty and careful rhyme, And to prune a paragraph. III There are pleasanter things to do at night Alluringer things by day, Than to seek a subject on which to write A merrily mirthsome lay. IV And so when it squeaks as I strike the strings, And I long to be labour-free, I just go and do those pleasanter things I spoke of in II and III. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ELEGY IN A COUNTRY CHURCHYARD by GILBERT KEITH CHESTERTON THE TASK: BOOK 4. THE WINTER EVENING by WILLIAM COWPER BEFORE PARTING by ALGERNON CHARLES SWINBURNE PREPARATORY MEDITATIONS, 2D SERIES: 56 by EDWARD TAYLOR COLONIAL SET by ALFRED GOLDSWORTHY BAILEY |