The Bookworm by Walter de la Mare

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The Bookworm by Walter de la Mare.

The Bookworm.

‘I’m tired – Oh tired of books,’ said Jack
‘ I long for meadows green,
And woods where shadowy violets
Nod their cool leaves between.
I long to see the ploughman’s stride,
His darkening acres o’er.
To hear the hoarse sea-waters drive
Their billows ‘gainst the shore;
I long to watch the sea-mew wheel
Back to her rock-perched mate;
Or, where the breathing cows are housed,
Lean, dreaming at the gate.
Something has gone, ink and print
Will never bring it back;
I long for the green fields again,
I’m tired of books,’ said Jack.