COME, here is adieu to the city <br />And hurrah for the country again. <br />The broad road lies before me <br />Watered with last night's rain. <br />The timbered country woos me <br />With many a high and bough; <br />And again in the shining fallows <br />The ploughman follows the plough. <br /> <br />The whole year's sweat and study, <br />And the whole year's sowing time, <br />Comes now to the perfect harvest, <br />And ripens now into rhyme. <br />For we that sow in the Autumn, <br />We reap our grain in the Spring, <br />And we that go sowing and weeping <br />Return to reap and sing.<br /><br />Robert Louis Stevenson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/come-here-is-adieu-to-the-city/
