Classic Poem

Hide from me things far away,
thou pale and impalpable fog,
thou vapour, that still mountest upward at dawn,
from crashings at night, and from quivering vibrations in air!

Hide from me things far away,
oh, hide from me that which is dead!
The hedge let me see of the orchard, that only,
the wall that has crevices flowering with valerian bloom.

Hide from me things far away:
the things are all drunken with tears!
Two trees let me see, peach and apple, just these,
that give me their honeys delicious for my crust of bread.

Hide from me things far away,
that will me to love and to rove!
That white let me see of the roadway there, only,
which one day by me must be traversed to slow tolling bells.

Hide from me things far away,
hide swift from the flight of my heart!
The cypress tree let me see, only, afar,
and here but this orchard, beside which my dog lies, asleep.