Here and There by Edith Nesbit — Read

Ah me, how hot and weary here in town / The days crawl by! / How otherwise they go my heart records, / Where the marsh meadows lie / And white sheep crop the grass, and seagulls sail / Between the lovely earth and lovely sky.

Here the sun grins along the dusty street / Beneath pale skies: / Hark! spiritless, sad tramp of toiling feet, / Hoarse hawkers, curses, cries -- / Through these I hear the song that the sea sings / To the far meadowlands of Paradise.