ODE ON INDOLENCE
1816
ODE ON INDOLENCE
by John Keats
They toil not, neither do they spin.
I.
One morn before me were three figures seen,
With bowed necks, and joined hands, side-faced;
And one behind the other stepp'd serene,
In placid sandals, and in white robes graced;
They pass'd, like figures on a m ...