Good-by, proud world, I'm going home, <br />Thou'rt not my friend, and I'm not thine; <br />Long through thy weary crowds I roam; <br />A river-ark on the ocean brine, <br />Long I've been tossed like the driven foam, <br />But now, proud world, I'm going home. <br /> <br />Good-by to Flattery's fawning face, <br />To Grandeur, with his wise grimace, <br />To upstart Wealth's averted eye, <br />To supple Office low and high, <br />To crowded halls, to court, and street, <br />To frozen hearts, and hasting feet, <br />To those who go, and those who come, <br />Good-by, proud world, I'm going home. <br /> <br />I'm going to my own hearth-stone <br />Bosomed in yon green hills, alone, <br />A secret nook in a pleasant land, <br />Whose groves the frolic fairies planned; <br />Where arches green the livelong day <br />Echo the blackbird's roundelay, <br />And vulgar feet have never trod <br />A spot that is sacred to thought and God. <br /> <br />Oh, when I am safe in my sylvan home, <br />I tread on the pride of Greece and Rome; <br />And when I am stretched beneath the pines <br />Where the evening star so holy shines, <br />I laugh at the lore and the pride of man, <br />At the sophist schools, and the learned clan; <br />For what are they all in their high conceit, <br />When man in the bush with God may meet.<br /><br />Ralph Waldo Emerson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/good-by/
