Sonnet: A Life of Lettered Wase
A life of lettered ease! what joy to lead
A life of intellectual calm and peace,
Such as a poet in a vale of Greece —
Thine, Arcady! — might have enjoyed indeed,
Where hour on hour, untouched by haste or speed,
Might lapse serenely, like a Summer stream;
Where not a single thought of gain or greed
Could mar the murmurous music of his dream.
Oh, that such a life were mine to hoard, not spend;
The golden moments would like ingots seem,
Each affluent day with new-found treasure teem,
And my large wealth have neither loss nor end.
Meet in the market, merchants, as you please —
Be mine the scholar's life of lettered ease!
A life of intellectual calm and peace,
Such as a poet in a vale of Greece —
Thine, Arcady! — might have enjoyed indeed,
Where hour on hour, untouched by haste or speed,
Might lapse serenely, like a Summer stream;
Where not a single thought of gain or greed
Could mar the murmurous music of his dream.
Oh, that such a life were mine to hoard, not spend;
The golden moments would like ingots seem,
Each affluent day with new-found treasure teem,
And my large wealth have neither loss nor end.
Meet in the market, merchants, as you please —
Be mine the scholar's life of lettered ease!
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