Wild Places

In
Wild places
Dwells my mind

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To places distant

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There to find
A peace
Not of mankind
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Thoughts wander
Back and forth between
Though in a dream

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Sweet solace to aspire to

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From desk
To silent shade of far deep wood
or
Mountainside

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To heathered hill
Where I have climbed

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To gaze upon such places
Well denied
The clatter of our modern lives
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To drink a draft
Of nature

-Stay alive

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In peace with time

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To think
On things that otherwise
I trample o’er
In my desire
Down there below
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For such silence
Is much sweeter to my mind

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When quiet contemplation
I would find
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And so my soul does force along
My body tired
Exhausted on
To tramp the tracks
That climb and wind
Into the hills
That this old mind
Can lonely be

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For just a while

-So it survive
This world of time

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That it retains
Some sanity

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To help
It
Understand

-
Reality
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Egal Bohen