A poem by Winter, a member of our Major course!
The Cambridge Man
Surrounded by acres of land
He sits in the shade
Of a tree with a book in hand
To drift, dream, and fade.
By day he lives in ease:
He smiles at the spangle sun
And breathes in the breeze
And whistles with the birds, as one.
By night he sleeps in peace:
He dozes off at the stream’s sound
And trances in the rain’s lull ne’er cease
And dreams with the floating cloud.
He carries on life, content
Yet unknown and unseen—
For there are many, complacent
Cambridge men.
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