Good-bye, proud world! I'm going home; <br />Thou art 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-bye 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-bye, proud world! I'm going home. <br /> <br />I am going to my own hearth-stone, <br />Bosomed to 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 />O, 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-bye-2/
