Dora Sigerson Shorter

“ THE LOITERER
When Youth, led on by love and folly, strays,
⁠Kissing sweet eyes beyond the allotted hour
That he should turn to labour and forget
⁠Beyond his window beauty breaks to flower.
O greybeard, pause before thy anger strikes
⁠Those joyful moments from his happy face.
They make a glory of his sullen task
⁠And turn his workshop to a godly place. ”