17The idle life I leadIs like a pleasant sleep,Wherein I rest and heedThe dreams that by me sweep.And still of all my dreamsIn turn so swiftly past,Each in its fancy seemsA nobler than the last.And every eve I say,Noting my step in bliss,That I have known no dayIn all my life like this.
17The idle life I leadIs like a pleasant sleep,Wherein I rest and heedThe dreams that by me sweep.And still of all my dreamsIn turn so swiftly past,Each in its fancy seemsA nobler than the last.And every eve I say,Noting my step in bliss,That I have known no dayIn all my life like this.
The idle life I leadIs like a pleasant sleep,Wherein I rest and heedThe dreams that by me sweep.And still of all my dreamsIn turn so swiftly past,Each in its fancy seemsA nobler than the last.And every eve I say,Noting my step in bliss,That I have known no dayIn all my life like this.
The idle life I leadIs like a pleasant sleep,Wherein I rest and heedThe dreams that by me sweep.And still of all my dreamsIn turn so swiftly past,Each in its fancy seemsA nobler than the last.And every eve I say,Noting my step in bliss,That I have known no dayIn all my life like this.
The idle life I leadIs like a pleasant sleep,Wherein I rest and heedThe dreams that by me sweep.
The idle life I lead
Is like a pleasant sleep,
Wherein I rest and heed
The dreams that by me sweep.
And still of all my dreamsIn turn so swiftly past,Each in its fancy seemsA nobler than the last.
And still of all my dreams
In turn so swiftly past,
Each in its fancy seems
A nobler than the last.
And every eve I say,Noting my step in bliss,That I have known no dayIn all my life like this.
And every eve I say,
Noting my step in bliss,
That I have known no day
In all my life like this.