Pleasure in taking pains

Verbal masochism is not without its gains. If poets and poetasters failed to take pains, their words might not convey what they’d intended but only what they’d pretended. However, inspiration and effort combined can put the dewdrop on the columbine.

“There is a pleasure in poetic pains”

— by William Wordsworth

“There is a pleasure in poetic pains Which only Poets know”;—’twas rightly said; Whom could the Muses else allure to tread Their smoothest paths, to wear their lightest chains? When happiest Fancy has inspired the strains, How oft the malice of one luckless word Pursues the Enthusiast to the social board, Haunts him belated on the silent plains! Yet he repines not, if his thought stand clear, At last, of hindrance and obscurity, Fresh as the star that crowns the brow of morn; Bright, speckless, as a softly-moulded tear The moment it has left the virgin’s eye, Or rain-drop lingering on the pointed thorn.