by Max Ehrmann
I weary of these noisy nights,—
—Of shallow jest and coarse "good cheer,"—
Of jazzy sounds and brilliant lights.—
—Come, Love, let us away from here.—
—
Let us lay down this heavy load;—
—And, side by side, far from the town,—
Drive on some lovely country road;—
—And, wondering, watch the sun go down.—
—
What time is left to us, come, Love.—
—The woods, the fields, shall make us whole;—
The nightly pageantry above—
—Our little world, keep sweet our soul.—
—
No peace this city's madness yields——
—A tawdry world in cheap veneer.—
Out there the lovely woods and fields.—
—Come, Love, let us away from here.—
—
I weary of these noisy nights,—
—Of shallow jest and coarse "good cheer,"—
Of jazzy sounds and brilliant lights.—
—Come, Love, let us away from here.—
—
Let us lay down this heavy load;—
—And, side by side, far from the town,—
Drive on some lovely country road;—
—And, wondering, watch the sun go down.—
—
What time is left to us, come, Love.—
—The woods, the fields, shall make us whole;—
The nightly pageantry above—
—Our little world, keep sweet our soul.—
—
No peace this city's madness yields——
—A tawdry world in cheap veneer.—
Out there the lovely woods and fields.—
—Come, Love, let us away from here.
Last updated April 21, 2023