A Summer Day by Ella Wheeler Wilcox

There's a gaping rent in the curtain / That longs for a needle and thread, / There's a garment that ought to be finished, / And a book that wants to be read. / There's a letter that needs to be answered, / There are clothes to fold away, / And I know these tasks are waiting, / And ought to be done to-day.

But how can I mend the curtain, / While watching this silvery cloud, / And how can I finish th' garment. / When the robin calls so loud. / And the whispering trees are telling / Such stories above my head, / That I can but lie and listen, / And the book is all unread.