To A Lady Playing And Singing In The Morning
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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"Joyful lady, sing!..."
Exploring the themes of classic, Thomas Hardy delivers a powerful performance in "To A Lady Playing And Singing In The Morning"... ### Why We Love This Line At Linespedia, we believe that poetry is the ultimate sanctuary for the soul...