The Rustic Life. Poem by Robert Crawford
The Rustic Life.
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Happy are ye who can put by the stress
Of so much of the trouble worldlings know;
Ye who seem almost creatures of the woods,
Now animal and now bird-like amid
The quiet pleasance of your leafy lives;
Though sorrow may be yours, and Death will come
Even like a pilgrim o'er the hills to you.
Wednesday, April 21, 2010
Topic(s) of this poem: animal,sorrow,woods
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