Poet's corner No.7

"...Fain would I fly the haunts of men-

I seek to shun, not hate mankind;

My breast requires the sullen glen,

Whose gloom may suit a darken'd mind.

Oh! that to me the wings were given

Which bear the turtle to her nest!

Then would I cleave the vault of heaven,

To flee away and be at rest."

I Would I Were a Careless Child

Lord Byron