a poem by Edgar A. Guest “I want to go fishing ! somewhere on a stream I want to give way to the longing to dream. Away from the tumult of motor and mill. I want to be carefree. I want to be still! I’m weary of doing things; weary of words, I want to one with the blossoms and birds. I want to push off from the river-kissed shore Alone with my dreams and my fancies once more. I am wearying of reading the books on my shelf I want to be quiet and think for myself. I’ve a feeling sometimes of huge things crushing me And I want to go somewhere and set my soul free. I want to go fishing! to sit all alone Where only the purest of breezes are blown; To visit in worlds that are different from ours, The world of the insects, the song birds, the flowers; To question the skies and the waters below And be the glad youth that I was long ago.”
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