O Great City No More, Be Gone!

Palace spire and residence stone, I once so loftly dashed,
Dreaming views and bustle, in fluffled collar, straight fine cord;
Traipsed canal bend, stairs embassorial, brass railing curl,
Whistle with tea, some smiling commerce, few winks and chuckle,
Then pleasantly park slopes to the neighbourhood home.

But oh how terrible twisted the Mind of City Man has become,
Shadowy arbitrary, rule counted and perniciously surveilled!
Out! I am no more there! There ist no fitting place to bother with,
No point of continued worth, useless experience and wealth!

Now I find small heaven in time, among branches and far sky,
Among paths and rivulets wild, bramble, chipmunk and jay;
Now the Vision is Peace, and Stillness, sitting with Thought,
For with calmed eyes more Beauteous Paramount is wrought.