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GRUDGE the time that I must spend On things that do not matter, Visiting and the notes I send, Shopping, and dress, and chatter. Could I lie on the grass all day, For one long perfect season, I might learn what the linnets say And how the roses reason.

HE swaying boughs of guelder rose Some unseen presence grapples, Perhaps a ghost has come, who knows? To gather flower-apples. And will it not feel light and good That flesh-freed hour? When all that we shall need for food Will be a flower!