I wish, O Son of the living God, O ancient, eternal
King,
For a hidden little hut in the wilderness that it
be my dwelling.
An all-grey lithe little lark to be by its
side,
A clear pool to wash away sins through the grace
of the Holy Spirit.
Quite near, a beautiful wood around it on every
side,
To nurse many-voice birds, hiding it with its
shelter.
A southern aspect for warmth, a little brook across
its floor,
A choice land with many gracious gifts such as be
good for every plant.
...
This is the husbandry I would take, I would choose,
and will not hide it:
Fragrant leek, hens, salmon, trout, bees.
Raiment and food enough for me from the King
of fair fame,
And I to be sitting for a while praying God in
every place.
- Anonymous (Courtesy of Kuno Meyer)
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