when I have come with happy heart to sixty years and ten, i'll buy a boat and sail away upon a summer sea; and in a little lonely isle that's far and far from men, in peace and praise I'll spend the days the Gods allow to me. for I am weary of a strife so pitiless and vain; and in a far and fairy isle, bewilderingly bright, i'll learn to know the leap and glow of rapture once again, and welcome every living dawn with wonder and delight...
...for when I come with happy heart to sixty years and ten,
i fondly hope the best of life will yet remain to me;
and so I'll burn my foolish books and break my futile pen,
and seek a tranced and tranquil isle, that dreams eternally.
i'll turn my back on all the world, I'll bid my friends adieu;
unto the blink I'll leave behind what gold I have to give;
and in a jewelled solitude I'll mould my life anew,
and nestling close to Nature's heart, I'll learn at last . . . to live.