Morning or evening, but I see you still
At labour on your acres, digging, plowing,
Or carrying some burden: in a word,
I ne’er go out so soon at morn, return
So late at eve, but in your grounds I see you
Dig, plow, or fetch and carry: in a word,
You ne’er remit your toil, nor spare yourself.
This, I am certain, is not done for pleasure.
—You’ll say, perhaps, it vexes you to see
Your work go on so slowly;—do but give