At what price the country life?
Time to dream of lost ambition
Realised. Even so, the sky
That hangs uncreased by wind
Would fit so well on me;
Or so it seems.
These feet, that long
To wear the earth,
So too are scared to rest.
The minds of great men
Reach outwards and turn back
Again. And what of mine?
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