The Lonely Towner's Dream

A Seagull I will be today and hightail off the sea,

A johnboat will besuit my plan, by dusk home I will be,

I'll run off from these lanes and streets, vamoose from townly life,

Towards the golden pasturelands where waits my child and wife;

No vizard where I need to wear, where nothing can amay,

Where gentle wind precedes the night and Cockerels greet the day,

Where farms and glebes flush with rice stocks and becks have sunly flow,

Where byres and hencoops fill the roads no matter where you go;

I'll walk my child to academe and suck the newborn sun,

While homeward I will garlands take for my fair wifey's bun,

At noonday by the country field, lie on its grass and clat,

And think, 'a life sans servitude, the sweetest life is that.'