Nature by Oscar Wilde

Society, as we have constituted it,

will have no place for me,

has none to offer; but


whose sweet rains fall on unjust and just alike,

will have clefts in the rocks where I may hide,

and sweet valleys in whole silence

I may weep undisturbed.

She will hang the night with stars

so that I may walk abroad in darkness without stumbling,

and send the wind over my footprints

so that none may track me to my hurt;

she will cleanse me with great waters

and with bitterness make me whole.

- Oscar Wilde

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