I do not keep a phane, nor do I wish
To have a mek produce my work for me.
If I desire food, then I will fish,
Or farm, or hunt to gain it usefully.
The height of art can be achieved outside;
High castle walls but stifle up the will,
Encourage pointless enmity and pride
And bore the honest spirit. I can fill
My heart with song and happiness enough
Here in the plains, among my fellow man;
To live like this is better, although rough,
Than cultured nothingness. And if I can
I'll raise a functioning community
Outside the walls in peace and harmony.
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