To One Who Bade Him Work

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EACH day Work bids my heart anew,
  Fold wings and watch my brain at play;
  But brain and heart will fly your way,
And find their natural home in you!
  Come to me--'tis the only way!

For heart and brain have had to learn
  Such carrier-pigeon feats of flight,
  That were you here, my heart's delight,
My brain and heart to Work would turn,
  Spread wings, and flutter from your sight.

© Edith Nesbit