"In dreams I've built myself some kindlier home,
Warm in my heart, and in a golden calm
Where there'll be no more fear and no more storm.
And she will soon forget her schoolhouse ways,
Forget the labour of those weary days,
Wrapped round in kindness like September haze.
The learned at their books have no more store
Of wisdom than we'd close behind our door.
Compared with us, the rich man would be poor."
— From Act 2, Scene 2 of Peter Grimes, an opera by Benjamin Britten, with a libretto adapted by Montagu Slater from a poem by George Crabbe.






