I KNOW not how it is, I have the knack, <br />In lazy moods, of seeking no excuse; <br />But holding that man's ease must be the juice <br />Of man's philosophy, I give the sack <br />To thought, and lounge at shuffle on the track <br />Of what employment seems of the least use: <br />And in such ways I find a constant sluice <br />For drowzy humours. Be thou loth to rack <br />And hack thy brain for thought, which may lurk there <br />Or may not. Without pain of thought, the eyes <br />Can see, the ears can hear, the sultry mouth <br />Can taste the summer's favour. Towards the South <br />Let earth sway round, while this my body lies <br />In warmth, and has the sun on face and hair.<br /><br />Dante Gabriel Rossetti<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/idle-blessedness/
