[BNP/E3, 78 – 96]

Build me a cottage...

     Build me a cottage deep

In a forest, a simple, silent home,

     Like a breath in a sleep,

Where all wish may be never to roam

And a pleasure all smallness may keep.

     A palace high then build,

With confusion of lights and of rooms,

     A strange sense to yield,

Whither my desire from the cottage's glooms

May go, to return, unfulfilled.

     Then dig me a grave,

That what cottage nor palace can give

     I at length may have,

That the weariness of all ways to live

May cease like the last of a wave.

Alexander Search.

December 20^th. 1907.