Classic Poem

Wisdom and learning I abhor:
Wander, my soul, in Quietude!
Wisdom and learning I detest:
In Quietude I set my rest:
Repenting what may be amiss,
All my ambition, all my bliss,
To trail my hook by some ravine,
Lord of a kingdom quite unseen
And so, bare-headed as I go,
Though all around are scenes of woe,
This be my song for evermore:
Wander, my soul, in Quietude!