VI
“I will arise and go beyond the din Of towns to where the endless woods begin, There among tangled oaks and lowly ways Of undergrowth to end my dreary days; I will seek acorns, beech-nuts, hips and haws And pluck them down with my prehensile paws; While the grey rabbits, never shy with me, From holes around my sandy-rooted tree Come out to nibble in the gentle rain,— A calmer life than that with Betsey-Jane. Long is the way, but I will make a start, A carrier shall take me in his cart.”