Here you will find the Poem It is easy to work when the soul is at play of poet Emily Dickinson
244 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 Panter in the Glove—
