Poems (Forrest)/Love's pauper
LOVE'S PAUPER
I travel lighter to-day than of yore,
For I used to carry your heart along.
Where I joined duet but a year before
I now go trilling my one-man song.
Yet I laugh . . and laugh . . as I go my way.
Who travels lighter than I to-day?
For I used to carry your heart along.
Where I joined duet but a year before
I now go trilling my one-man song.
Yet I laugh . . and laugh . . as I go my way.
Who travels lighter than I to-day?
If a footpad wait . . I have naught to lose,
At the beggar's hostel . . I find mine inn.
A narrow track in the woods I choose
A sheep-track threading the cloudy whin:
My pedlar's pack has been flung away.
Who travels lighter than I to-day?
At the beggar's hostel . . I find mine inn.
A narrow track in the woods I choose
A sheep-track threading the cloudy whin:
My pedlar's pack has been flung away.
Who travels lighter than I to-day?
If the storm-witch leap from her purple cave
And smite me here on the grey moor's rim;
If Noon should strike with a fiery glaive
Till my senses reel and my eyes grow dim;
If Death should harry me home to-night
What should I care? For I travel light!
And smite me here on the grey moor's rim;
If Noon should strike with a fiery glaive
Till my senses reel and my eyes grow dim;
If Death should harry me home to-night
What should I care? For I travel light!