It is best for you to be true, and practical,
Even if it means you are dull;
You should work hard and be sensible.
A lot of people depend on you,
And people are generally kind, and work for your benefit, too.
It is easy to understand this—and I do.
But if there is one who ventures, in silence, into gardens,
Who walks beside secluded lakes, or mountains, or fens,
Who dreams of poems in the chilly weather, while animals crouch in their dens,
Who smokes a cigarette, as the end of their fingers freeze,
Who takes pleasure in lonely outdoor walks because their own thoughts please,
Their own words a devotion converted from a life with no real care,
Can we allow one, at least, to go out there?