i live here among the ignorant like a lost man
in fact like one whom the rest seems careless of having anything to do with
they hardly dare talk in my company
for fear I should mention them in my writings
and I find more pleasure in wandering the fields
than in musing among my silent neighbours
who are insensible to everything but toiling and talking of it
and that to no purpose
i long for scenes where man has never trod
a place where woman never smiled or wept
there to abide with my creator god
and sleep as i in childhood sweetly slept
untroubling and untroubled where I lie
the grass below
above the vaulted sky
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