I’m not generally a fan of poetry, but I just heard a charming verse on the TV from John Clare’s I Am!:
I long for scenes where man has never trod;
A place where woman never smil’d or wept;
There to abide with my creator, God,
And sleep as I in childhood sweetly slept:
Untroubling and untroubled where I lie;
The grass below–above the vaulted sky.
This is the last verse of three, and the least depressing!