Yes 
to return again and again;
to leave the exhausted air of the cities, 
the imprisoning walls, the din and strife, 
the jostling of unsympathetic crowds; 
to escape from this artificial limbo 
that has sullied the very sky til 
we scarce ever lift our eyes to it; 
to seek once more the pure breeze 
of the open fields, the far outlook 
upon a calm world fresh with 
eternal youth; to bore deep into 
some primeval wood; to see the 
world inverted in a glassy lake; 
to hear the carol of birds and the 
sigh of the summer breeze, to watch 
the brightening come in the east 
and the day break in splendor over 
an awakening world; to see the 
shadows fall in the valley and 
the last gleams of the afterglow 
glisten on hilltops; to face the 
starlit sky at night, and 
dreaming awake, 
to sink peacefully into 
dreamless sleep—
that is Nature’s specific 
for the city blight.