EACH day Work bids my heart anew, <br />Fold wings and watch my brain at play; <br />But brain and heart will fly your way, <br />And find their natural home in you! <br />Come to me--'tis the only way! <br /> <br /> <br />For heart and brain have had to learn <br />Such carrier-pigeon feats of flight, <br />That were you here, my heart's delight, <br />My brain and heart to Work would turn, <br />Spread wings, and flutter from your sight.<br /><br />Edith Nesbit<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/to-one-who-bade-him-work/
