When foxes eat the last gold grape, And the last white antelope is killed, I shall stop fighting and escape Into a little house I'll build.
But first I'll shrink to fairy size, With a whispe ...  [+]

Avoid the reeking herd, Shun the polluted flock, Live like that stoic bird, The eagle of the rock.
The huddled warmth of crowds Begets and fosters hate; He keeps above the clouds His cliff ...  [+]

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When the world turns completely upside down You say we’ll emigrate to the Eastern Shore Aboard a river-boat from Baltimore; We’ll live among wild peach trees, miles from town, You’ll wear a ...  [+]