#work without hope

[weepforadonais]

would you learn the spells that drowse my soul?

Samuel Taylor Coleridge, from Work Without Hope.

[thosemotivationalquotes]

Work without Hope draws nectar in a sieve, And Hope without an object cannot live

"Work without Hope" - Samuel Taylor Coleridge

[lassdieschoenheitdichumarmen]

Work Without Hope by Samuel Coleridge

All Nature seems at work. Slugs leave their lair— The bees are stirring—birds are on the wing— And Winter slumbering in the open air, Wears on his smiling face a dream of Spring! And I the while, the sole unbusy thing, Nor honey make, nor pair, nor build, nor sing. Yet well I ken the banks where amaranths blow, Have traced the fount whence streams of nectar flow. Bloom, O ye amaranths! bloom for whom ye may, For me ye bloom not! Glide, rich streams, away! With lips unbrightened, wreathless brow, I stroll: And would you learn the spells that drowse my soul? Work without Hope draws nectar in a sieve, And Hope without an object cannot live. (composed 21st February 1825)

[ctgpsscavengerhunt]

What does the title of the 2014 scavenger hunt mean?

It’s a little known fact that Samuel Taylor Coleridge loved GPS Scavenger Hunts! 

"Winter slumbering in the open air, Wears on his smiling face a dream of Spring!" is a line from the poem Work Without Hope by Samuel Taylor Coleridge. The speaker of the poem is witnessing the beauty of the first signs of spring, yet they feel they cannot appreciate it because they’re unhappy and unoccupied. I think this sums up how a lot of us feel after the severe winter we’ve had and it’s my hope that the prospect of exploring our great state and winning sweet prizes will brighten everyone’s spirits!

There are a couple of other references to the poem in the description for this years event, including the signs of nature at work, and the blooming amaranths. Here’s the full poem: 

Work Without Hope by Samuel Taylor Coleridge

All Nature seems at work. Slugs leave their lair—

The bees are stirring—birds are on the wing—

And Winter slumbering in the open air,

Wears on his smiling face a dream of Spring!

And I the while, the sole unbusy thing,

Nor honey make, nor pair, nor build, nor sing.

         Yet well I ken the banks where amaranths blow,

Have traced the fount whence streams of nectar flow.

Bloom, O ye amaranths! bloom for whom ye may,

For me ye bloom not! Glide, rich streams, away!

With lips unbrightened, wreathless brow, I stroll:

And would you learn the spells that drowse my soul?

Work without Hope draws nectar in a sieve,

And Hope without an object cannot live.

[mylittleloaf]

Work without hope draws nectar in a sieve, And hope without an object cannot live.

Work Without Hope, Samuel Taylor Coleridge

[searching-for-darcy]

'Work without Hope draws nectar in a sieve, And Hope without an object cannot live.

Work without Hope - Samuel Taylor Coleridge.

[albertinecode]

Am feeling like an "unbusy thing" this morning....

All Nature seems at work. Slugs leave their lair— The bees are stirring—birds are on the wing— And Winter slumbering in the open air, Wears on his smiling face a dream of Spring! And I the while, the sole unbusy thing, Nor honey make, nor pair, nor build, nor sing. Yet well I ken the banks where amaranths blow, Have traced the fount whence streams of nectar flow. Bloom, O ye amaranths! bloom for whom ye may, For me ye bloom not! Glide, rich streams, away! With lips unbrightened, wreathless brow, I stroll: And would you learn the spells that drowse my soul? Work without Hope draws nectar in a sieve, And Hope without an object cannot live. --Coleridge. 1825.