FAR FROM THE MADDING CROWD

It seems to me Id like to go
Where bells dont ring, nor whistles blow,
Nor clocks dont strike, nor gongs sound,
And Id have stillness all around.

Not real stillness, but just the trees,
Low whispering, or the hum of bees,
Or brooks faint babbling over stones,
In strangely, softly tangled tones.

Or maybe a cricket or katydid,
Or the songs of birds in the hedges hid,
Or just some sweet sounds as these,
To fill a tired heart with ease.

If twerent for sight and sound and smell
Id like the city pretty well,
But when it comes to getting rest,
I like the country lots the best.

Sometimes it seems to me I must
Just quit the citys din and dust,
And get out where the sky is blue,
And say, now, how does it seem to you?

Nixon Waterman

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