I have desired to go where springs not fail, to fields where flies no sharp and sided hail and a few lilies blow. And I have asked to be where no storms and rain come, where the green swell is in the heavens dumb, and out of swing of the sea.

What would the world be, 
once bereft of wet and wildness ?
Let them be left,
wildness and wet;
Long live the weeds and the
wilderness yet...