 | Interludes and Undertones, or, Music at Twilight |  |
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CVI. WORK.
You say I overload my brainBy stress of work, that works in vain.
You may be right. I think you're wrong.
Work is a pleasure to the strong.
Weary of walking, I can run,
And make good end of well-begun;
Can leave false history for romance,
That's just as false, or true, perchance;
And then I dive in the deep deep sea
And float on the billows of Poesy,—
Changing the work, and working ever,
But worn and weary, never! never!
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