I wish that I was there."
When we extend and crawl in grim rows,
I want to go and wander free;
I deviate to pluck a primrose,
I stay behind to watch a bee;
Nor have the heart to keep the men in line,
When some have lingered where the squirrels leap,
And some are busy by the eglantine,
And some are sound asleep.
And always I am filled with presage