BUILD ME A COTTAGE...

        Build me a cottage deep

In a forest, a simple, silent home,

        Like a breath in a sleep,

Where all wish may be never to roam

And a pleasure all smallness may keep.

        A palace high then build,

With confusion of lights and of rooms,

        A strange sense to yield,

Whither my desire from the cottage's glooms

May go, to return, unfulfilled.

        Then dig me a grave,

That what cottage nor palace can give

        I at length may have,

That the weariness of all ways to live

May cease like the last of a wave.