Oliver Goldsmith

By every remove I only drag a greater length of chain.

By every remove I only drag a greater length of chain.

The whitewash'd wall, the nicely sanded floor,
The varnish'd clock that click'd behind the door;
The chest read more

The whitewash'd wall, the nicely sanded floor,
The varnish'd clock that click'd behind the door;
The chest contriv'd a double debt to pay,
A bed by night, a chest of drawers by day.

But winter lingering chills the lap of May.

But winter lingering chills the lap of May.

Round its breast the rolling clouds are spread,
Eternal sunshine settles on its head.

Round its breast the rolling clouds are spread,
Eternal sunshine settles on its head.

Their wants but few, their wishes all confin'd.

Their wants but few, their wishes all confin'd.