LET us take leave of haste awhile, And loiter, well content, With little pleasure to beguile, And small habiliment; -- Just a wide sweep of rain-washed sky, A flower, a bird-note sweet; Some easy trappings worn awry; Loose latchets for our feet; A wheaten loaf within our scrip; For drink the hillside spring, And for true heart-companionship The love of loitering. We want so much, and yet we need So very slight a store, But in the age's grip of greed We hurry more and more. The woodland weaves its gold-green net; The warm wind lazes by; Can we forego? can we forget? Come, comrade, let us try! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SONNET: 20. A FAREWELL by PHILIP SIDNEY FIRMILIAN; A TRAGEDY by WILLIAM EDMONSTOUNE AYTOUN HON. MR. SUCKLETHUMBKIN'S STORY: THE EXECUTION; A SPORTING ANECDOTE by RICHARD HARRIS BARHAM HATED by LOUISA SARAH BEVINGTON THE PASTURE POND by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN |