Inishbofin Solitude (Explored)

How happy he, who free from care

The rage of courts, and noise of towns;

Contented breathes his native air

 

Alexander Pope

 

I'll walk, but not in old heroic traces,

And not in paths of high morality,

And not among the half-distinguished faces,

The clouded Forms of long-past History.

 

I'll walk where my own nature would be leading;

It vexes me to choose another guide:

Where the grey flocks in ferny glens are feeding;

Where the wild wind blows on the mountain side.

 

Charlotte Bronte for her sister Emily

 

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Taken on March 28, 2008
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