I am looking forward to a fresh breath in the wild.
I am just tired of this monotonous routine,
the boring repetitive city life.
So, here is the appropriate poem:
- by
Ralph Waldo Emerson.
Good-bye, proud world! I'm going home;
Thou art not my friend, and I'm not thine.
Long through thy weary crowds I roam;
A river-arc on the ocean brine,
Long I've been tossed like the driven foam;
But now, proud world! I'm going home.
Good-bye to flattery's fawning face;
To Grandeur with his wise grimace;
To upstart Wealth's averted eye;
To supple Office, low and high;
To crowded halls, to court and street;
To frozen hearts and hasting feet;
To those who go, and those who come;
Good-bye, proud world! I'm going home.
I am going to my own hearth-stone,
Bosomed in yon green hills alone,-
A secret nook in a pleasant land,
... ...
I will soon be there. Peace.
