I prefer the gorgeous freedom, <br />And I fly to lands of grace, <br />Where in wide and clear meadows <br />All is good, as dreams, and blest. <br />Here they rice: the clover clear, <br />And corn-flower's gentle lace, <br />And the rustle is always here: <br />"Ears are leaning... Take your ways!" <br />In this immense sea of fair, <br />Only one of blades reclines. <br />You don't see in misty air, <br />I'd seen it!It will be mine!<br /><br />Aleksandr Aleksandrovich Blok<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-prefer-the-gorgeous-freedom/
