When Adam walked in Eden young,
Happy, ’tis writ, was he,
While high the fruit of knowledge hung
Unbitten on the tree.
Happy was he the livelong day;
I doubt ’tis written wrong:
The heart of man, for all they say,
Was never happy long.
And now my feet are tired of rest,
And here they will not stay,
And the soul fevers in my breast
And aches to be away.
(A E Housman)
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