Fain would I shake thee off, but weak am I <br />Thy strong solicitations to withstand. <br />Plenty of work lies ready to my hand, <br />Which rests irresolute, and lets it lie. <br /> <br />How can I work, when that seductive sky <br />Smiles through the window, beautiful and bland, <br />And seems to half entreat and half command <br />My presence out of doors beneath its eye? <br /> <br />Will not the air be fresh, the water blue, <br />The smell of beanfields, blowing to the shore, <br />Better than these poor drooping purchased flowers? <br />Good-bye, dull books! Hot room, good-bye to you! <br />And think it strange if I return before <br />The sea grows purple in the evening hours.<br /><br />Robert Fuller Murray<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/indolence/
