It is easy to work when the soul is at play (244) lyrics
by Emily Dickinson
It is easy to work when the soul is at play
But when the soul is in pain
The hearing him put his playthings up
Makes work difficult — then
It is simple, to ache in the Bone, or the Rind
But Gimlets — among the nerve
Mangle daintier — terribler
Like a Panther in the Glove