The Bijou;
or Annual of Literature and the Arts
compiled by William Fraser
London: William Pickering,
1828
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| ALL Nature seems at work. Slugs leave their lair — | 1 |
| The bees are stirring — birds are on the wing — | 2 |
| And WINTER slumbering in the open air, | 3 |
| Wears on his smiling face a dream of Spring! | 4 |
| And I, the while, the sole unbusy thing, | 5 |
| Nor honey make, nor pair, nor build, nor sing. | 6 |
| Yet well I ken the banks where Amaranths blow, | 7 |
| Have traced the forest whence streams of nectar flow. | 8 |
| Bloom, O ye Amaranths! Bloom for whom ye may — | 9 |
| For me ye bloom not! Glide, rich streams, away! | 10 |
| With lips unbrightened, wreathless brow, I stroll: | 11 |
| And would you learn the spells that drowse my soul? | 12 |
| WORK WITHOUT HOPE draws nectar in a sieve, | 13 |
| And HOPE without an OBJECT cannot live. | 14 |
from The Bijou, 1828, p. 28 |
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