For Keats, neither Love nor Ambition nor even Poesy contain joy "so sweet as drowsy noons,/And evenings steep'd in honied indolence." Although indolence [from the Latin for "feeling no pain"] strongly resembles habitual laziness, or sluggishness, it's less a physical aversion to activity or effort than it is a romantic repudiation of what Keats calls "the voice of busy common-sense." To the idler, nothing is so precious as what Bergson calls "duration": time divorced from productive operations, and dedicated instead to contemplation and reverie. See: FREE TIME, IDLENESS, USELESS, LANGUID, LIMPSY, OTIOSE, UKULELE IKE.