


Away, Away
From men and towns
To the wild wood
And the downs
The stars are not afraid to appear Like fireflies.
The cobweb pretends to catch dewdrops and catches flies.
The canal loves to think that rivers exist solely to supply it with water.

What is this life, if full of care
We have no time to stand and stare?
No time to see, in broad daylight
Streams full of stars, like skies at night.
No time to turn at beauty's glance,
And watch her feet, how they can dance.
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