No more noisy, loud words from me---such is my master's will.
Henceforth I deal in whispers.
The speech of my heart will be carried on in murmurings of a song.
Men hasten to the King's market. All the buyers and sellers are there.
But I have my untimely leave in the middle of the day, in the thick of work.
Let then the flowers come out in my garden, though it is not their time;
and let the midday bees strike up their lazy hum.
Full many an hour have I spent in the strife of the good and the evil,
but now it is the pleasure of my playmate of the empty days to draw my heart on to him;
and I know not why is this sudden call to what useless inconsequence!
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Comments1WOW, I REMEMBER READING "UNTIMELY LEAVE" POEM WHEN I WAS YOUNGER, AND I STILL LOVE THE EMOTIONS IT BRINGS OUT. REALLY MAKES ME THINK ABOUT THE SIMPLICITY OF LIFE AND HOW OUR HEARTS SPEAK IN SOFT WHISPERS! TRULY THE FLOWERS BLOOMING OUT OF TIME IS A BEAUTIFUL METAPHOR.