Retired Life

A Retired Life
 
Retired! And what a life of lie inful ease it is!
release behind
all the strife and dissension the world hurls
at its busy players,
I flee down a path whose undercover way unfurls
itself to few!
 
Yes, we fortunate few are the still true
philosophers whove ever lived.
 
For we are neither twitched by ambition or pride,
or troubled by the wealth of the merchant moor;
but, far removed from love and jealousy,
upon a mountainside
carpeted with flowers, populate with untaught birds,
we look down on the worldly poor.
 
What pastime does it bring
to be pointed out by boastful strangers
as their plugger?
 
Now I beware
of flying in pursuit of the flutter wing
of Fame!
No longer do I breathlessly aspire
to wanton that sharp desire,
blended with mortal care!
 
Instead, I rest my soul on mountain springs!
Ah! Secure, delirious, delightful retreat!
My channelize was almost wrecked on the rapids of life;
but I shivered
through the ebb of a stormy sea, and turned my feet
to your overbold pause.




 
 
I want to live al unmatchable, spending all the wealth
that beau ideal has given me;
sleep an untroubled sleep,
unbroken by dreams of hatred, entrust or stealth;
and wake into a day
where freedom and bliss sweep
scepters into oblivion.
 
Let those who trust themselves to fragile barques,
keep their treasures!
For the masts of any vessel
before long crack beneath a tempest, blasting
a clear day into a blind night. Confused cries clamor
up to the heavens.
Travelers rival one another in casting
their riches into the sea.
 
For me, a poor miniscule table set in a rough palisade
is enough.
A measured breeze wafts the fragrance of asphodel.
Surrounded by peace and serenity, I serenade
myself, as I recline,
crowned with ivy and divinity laurel,
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