And This You Call Work

And this you call work is carefree existence

Catching ere it's flown

What music has privately hinted

And jestingly call it my own

And using another's by scherzo

For lines far too languid to rhyme

To swear your poor heart is lamenting

In fields that smile back at the sun

And later when pine woods play trappist

Doing what bold eavesdroppers dare

While the fall's impalpable curtain

Hangs vaguely as smoke on the air

Not feeling one qualm of conscience

I take things from left and right

Life is sly but I take something from it

And all from the stillness of a night