NOT wrapp'd in smoky London's sulphurous clouds, And not far distant, stands my rural cot: Neither obnoxious to intruding crowds, Nor for the good and friendly too remote. And when too much repose brings on the spleen, Or the gay city's idle pleasures cloy; Swift as my changing wish, I change the scene, And now the country, now the town, enjoy. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CONTRA MORTEM: THE GREAT DEATH by HAYDEN CARRUTH A PECK OF GOLD by ROBERT FROST |