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 [14] SICK LEAVE

on pillows, not attending to business; For two days I've lain behind locked doors. I begin to think that those who hold office Get no rest, except by falling ill! For restful thoughts one does not need space; The room where I lie is ten foot square. By the western eaves, above the bamboo-twigs, From my couch I see the White Mountain rise. But the clouds that hover on its far-distant peak Bring shame to a face that is buried in the World's dust. [40]