Here may I live what life I please, Married and buried out of sight, - Married to pleasure and buried to pain, - Hidden away amongst scenes like thes….

Let me arise and open the gate, to breathe the wild warm air of the heath, And to let in Love, and to let out Hate, And anger at living and scorn ….

All things come to those who wait..

In green old gardens, hidden away From sight of revel and sound of strife, Here I have leisure to breathe and move, And to do my work in a nobler way….

Let me arise and open the gate, / to breathe the wild warm air of the heath..

Nothing is right and nothing is just; We sow in ashes and reap in dust..