To one who has been long in city pent,
‘Tis very sweet to look into the fair
And open face of heaven…
– Keats

I care not, Fortune, what you me deny;
You cannot rob me of free Nature’s grace,
You cannot shut the windows of the sky,
Through which Aurora shows her brightening face;
You cannot bar my constant feet to trace
The woods and lawns, by living stream, at eve.
– J. Thomson

(photocredit: James Neeley)