At leisure is the Soul
That gets a Staggering Blow —
The Width of Life — before it spreads
Without a thing to do —
It begs you give it Work —
But just the placing Pins —
Or humblest Patchwork — Children do —
To Help its Vacant Hands —
(Emily Dickinson)
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