AWAY

I weary of these noisy nights,
  Of shallow jest and coarse "good cheer,"
Of jazzy sounds and brilliant lights.
  Come, Love, let us away from here.

Let us lay down this heavy load;
  And, side by side, far from the town,
Drive on some lovely country road;
  And, wondering, watch the sun go down.

What time is left to us, come, Love.
  The woods, the fields, shall make us whole;
The nightly pageantry above
  Our little world, keep sweet our soul.

No peace this city's madness yields--
  A tawdry world in cheap veneer.
Out there the lovely woods and fields.
  Come, Love, let us away from here.

--Max Ehrmann