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Edmund Clarence Stedman, ed. (1833–1908). An American Anthology, 1787–1900. 1900.

By Silas WeirMitchell

522 Idleness

THERE is no dearer lover of lost hours

Than I.

I can be idler than the idlest flowers;

More idly lie

Than noonday lilies languidly afloat,

And water pillowed in a windless moat.

And I can be

Stiller than some gray stone

That hath no motion known.

It seems to me

That my still idleness doth make my own

All magic gifts of joy’s simplicity.