At Leisure Is The Soul

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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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