Ah, blessedness of work! the aimless mind,
Left to pursue at will its fancies wild,
Returns at length, like some play-wearied child,
Unto its labor’s knee, and leaves behind
Its little games, and learns to soothe its blind
Wide longings in the sweet...
Louis James Block
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Three steps and I reach the door,
But a whole month rolls between
Since last I stood before
My shut room’s simple scene.I pause at the door and shrink,
My hand is at point to turn,
But I stand and dimly think
Of all I long for... -
Flower, that I hold in my hand,
Waxen and white and unwoful,
Perfect with your race’s lovely perfection,
Pure as the dream of a child just descended from the heavens,
Chaste as the thought of the maid on whose sight first shines the glow of love’s planet,
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“se dio ti lasci, lettor, prender frutto
Di tua lezione.”