A jar of cider and my pipe, <br />In summer, under shady tree; <br />A book by one that made his mind <br />Live by its sweet simplicity: <br />Then must I laugh at kings who sit <br />In richest chambers, signing scrolls; <br />And princes cheered in public ways, <br />And stared at by a thousand fools. <br /> <br />Let me be free to wear my dreams, <br />Like weeds in some mad maiden's hair, <br />When she believes the earth has not <br />Another maid so rich and fair; <br />And proudly smiles on rich and poor, <br />The queen of all fair women then: <br />So I, dressen in my idle dreams, <br />Will think myself the king of men.<br /><br />William Henry Davies<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-sluggard/
