Poetry Archive
A Wish.
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Oh! On a fine summer's eve,
I wish I could leave,
This world full of strife,
And lead a joyous life,
Out o'er the dale,
Down in the vale,
Untouched by worry,
With no more hurry.
I wish I could forget,
The world that is a net,
And lead a life freed,
From the world's hasty speed.
I wish I could clear,
Our life's blind fog,
Then I would see,
The sunset o'er the sea,
The stars in the sky,and
The birds that fly by.
I wish that on fine summer eves,
I could sit beneath the eaves,
And read books on mystery,
Till the end of history.
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