Far from the bondage of bricks and mortar, far from the hurry of urgent deeds, give me to live by the running water - running water and whispering reeds.
Let it be where there are mills and hatches, and water meadows - where kingcups grow, and bridges to lean on, from whence one catches a fugitive glimpse of the trout below.
In a little cottage - with friendly neighbours, with books and a rod for my simple needs, so shall the soul find rest from its labours by running water and whispering reeds.
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