Since it's now the vacation, and I'm alone in Oxford with nothing to do except work on my thesis (which is quite a big 'nothing'), I've been reading a lot of poetry. It's still procrastination, but it feels healthier than skimming the internet! And it leads to finding gems like this, by Robert Louis Stevenson:
Lo! In thine honest eyes I read
The auspicious beacon that shall lead,
After long sailing in deep seas,
To quiet havens in June ease.
Thy voice sings like an inland bird
First by the seaworn sailor heard;
And like road sheltered from life's sea
Thine honest heart is unto me.
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