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To A Lady Playing And Singing In The Morning

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Joyful lady, sing!     And I will lurk here listening,     Though nought be done, and nought begun,     And work-hours swift are scurrying.     Sing, O lady, still!     Aye, I will wait each note you trill,     Though duties due that press to do     This whole day long I unfulfil.     " It is an evening tune;     One not designed to waste the noon,"     You say. I know: time bids me go     For daytide passes too, too soon!     But let indulgence be,     This once, to my rash ecstasy:     When sounds nowhere that carolled air     My idled morn may comfort me!

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