Just Quit And Make Some Time

I want to quit my job, 

And live upon the land.

The surplus that it yielded, 

Could fill my empty books, 

The seed would climb and climb, 

Before my bespectacled eyes, 

My retired nature would run, 

And grasp the swollen stem, 

At the wrists, 

And claim the arrest, 

Of an always blooming, 

Ne’er fruitful surge into the sky. 

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