WASTED TIME
I 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.
FLOWER APPLES
THE 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!
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