What care I if my poor means/Clad not my walls with splendid scenes/And pictures by the masters;/Here in the curling smoke-wreath glow/
Bold hills and lovely vales below,/And brooks with nodding asters.//All that on earth is fair and fine,/This fragrant magic makes it mine,/
And gives me sole dominion;/And if you call me fanciful,/I only take a stronger pull,/And laugh at your opinion.// - HERMANN RAVE. "PIPE AND POUCH"