Oh! to some distant scene, a willing exile <br />From the wild roar of this busy world, <br />Were it my fate with Delia to retire, <br />With her to wander through the sylvan shade, <br />Each morn, or o'er the moss-embrowned turf, <br />Where, blest as the prime parents of mankind <br />In their own Eden, we should envy none, <br />But, greatly pitying whom the world calls happy <br />Gently spin out the silken thread of life!<br /><br />William Cowper<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/lines-oh-to-some-distant-scene/
