For works with similar titles, see Longing.
LONGINGS.
Out into the silent swamplands,
Where the lazy bayous flow;
Out among the flags and lilies,
Mather Nature, let me go!
Out into the grand old forests,
Out among the moss-crowned kings,
Where the hand of man hath never
Marred the beauty of thy things!
Out beyond the utmost limit
Of tihs man-made world of stone;
Out into the vast, deep stillness,
Where the earth is all thine own!