The city is rich, the idyll too,
The one home to in-service din,
And bustle of the one and the two,
Of bruvs and brood, a creatural win… — The city is rich, the idyll too,
The one home to in-service din,
And bustle of the one and the two,
Of bruvs and brood, a creatural win,
Yet from ayond the civil design,
A voice would call to a restless mind,
To tread from stone to verdant dell,
To the other, the home of Meadwise kin…