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Coerced by Furies who persuaded me That life was imminent with idleness, Their jibes made mad, their lashes aided me To grasp the accident of bitterness.
Come storm! I cried, come passion and despair, For calm inhibits growth! -- I called on fire To sear my comfortable days, and wear The nights to wastes of torment and desire.
Then pausing breathless, in a little wood I met with Wisdom laughing in the sun; She said, "Lie still, for idleness is good, And grow in peace as I myself have done. "