O Nature I do not aspireTo be the highest in thy quire, -To be a meteor in the sky, Or comet that may range on high;Only a zephyr that may blowAmong the reeds by the river low;Give me thy most privy placeWhere to run my airy race.In some withdrawn, unpublic meadLet me sigh upon a reed, Or in the woods, with leafy din, Whisper the still evening in: Some still work give me to do, -Only-be it near to you For I'd rather be thy childAnd pupil, in the forest wild, Than be the king of men elsewhere, And most sovereign slave of care: To have one moment of thy dawn, Than share the city's yea
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