To watch the storms, and hear the sky <br />Give all our almanacks the lie; <br />To shake with cold, and see the plains <br />In autumn drown'd with wintry rains; <br />'Tis thus I spend my moments here, <br />And wish myself a Dutch mynheer; <br />I then should have no need of wit; <br />For lumpish Hollander unfit! <br />Nor should I then repine at mud. <br />Or meadows deluged with a flood; <br />But in a bog live well content, <br />And find it just my element; <br />Should be a clod, and not a man; <br />Nor wish in vain for Sister Ann, <br />With charitable aid to drag <br />My mind out of its proper quag; <br />Should have the genius of a boor, <br />And no ambition to have more.<br /><br />William Cowper<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/verses-printed-by-himself-on-a-flood-at-olney/
