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Dante Gabriel Rossetti - Idle Blessedness
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I KNOW not how it is, I have the knack, 
In lazy moods, of seeking no excuse; 
But holding that man`s ease must be the juice 
Of man`s philosophy, I give the sack 
To thought, and lounge at shuffle on the track 
Of what employment seems of the least use: 
And in such ways I find a constant sluice 
For drowzy humours. Be thou loth to rack 
And hack thy brain for thought, which may lurk there 
Or may not. Without pain of thought, the eyes 
Can see, the ears can hear, the sultry mouth 
Can taste the summer`s favour. Towards the South 
Let earth sway round, while this my body lies 
In warmth, and has the sun on face and hair.
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