Hours Of Idleness

A little lake of mine I know,

Where waving weeds and rushes grow,

And in its depths by day and night

The water-monsters swarm and fight.

Ah, how I loved to idle there!……

But now I can no longer bear

To pass my days in that sweet spot,

And lost in meditation rot.

A sense of duty gives me pause,

Obedient to my Master’s laws;

Our span of life is all too short

To waste its hours in empty sport.

Han Yu A.D. 768-824

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