I think of long, sweet afternoons, when I may lie and listen to the distant sea, Or hear the breezes in the reeds that sigh, Or insect voices chirping shrill and dry, In fields that wait for me.
I long for shadowy founts, where the birds twitter and chirp at noon from every tree; I long for blossomed leaves and lowing herds; And Nature's voices say in mystic words, " The green fields wait for thee."
" I sing so well, " said he, " that sixteen native grasshoppers who have chirped from infancy, and yet got no house built of cards to live in, grew thinner than they were before for sheer vexation when they heard me."
Use earplugs at noisy places. When people are young they remember hearing every bird chirp in the morning or the sound of raindrops in a puddle of water.