To lie with half-closed eyes, as in a dream,

Upon the grassy bank of some calm stream--

And smoke.

To climb with daring feet some rugged rock,

And sit aloft where gulls and curlews flock--

And smoke.

To wander lonely on the ocean's brink,

And of the good old times to muse and think--

And smoke.

To hide me in some deep and woody glen,

Far from unhealthy haunts of sordid men--

And smoke.

To linger in some fairy haunted vale,

While all about me falls the moonlight pale--

And smoke.


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