I will distance me from the town
Out into the country will I walk:
Not losing sights on my town:
And walk in fields
And barefoot in my will
Could I walk:
I will enjoy the pleasant summer walk
Though in the Spring I preferred it:
The city walls scarce had disappeared
Than I the taste of open freedom hath
And with more brisk pace my walk made.
Upon a field there lay of flowers various beds
Each one its site maintaining in divided piece
With its nigh neighbor; no frontier wars
They waged or feelings ill they hath;
But in the silent perfumes of the day
They with fair deserving peace enjoyed.
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