The Conservative (Lovecraft)/July 1919/Who Will Fare with Me?
Who Will Fare with Me?
By Winifred Virginia Jordan
Oh, who will fare afar with me? Oh, who will fare with me?We’ll tread the green and happy land, We’ll sail the salt blue sea!And east and west and north and south We’ll take the trail away,And always with Tomorrow hold The joys of Yesterday!
We’ll take the Trail of Dreamers out Across the leagues of dew;We’ll pass where grand green willows lean In bonnets silv’ry blue.We’ll play with young white violets In velvet pinafores,Just taken, sweetly scented, from A May-elf’s woodland drawers.
We’ll take the Trail of Dreamers, that Is gay with bloom begun;And as we’re faring onward we Will sail a sea of sun;We’ll find our way to shaded wood Where pools lie, still and deep,And tease from them the secrets that We know they cannot keep.
We’ll take the Trail of Dreamers to The minstrel folk of dream;We’ll beg their charm that we may hear The fairy singing stream;We’ll hear the jolly river wind Sing songs it learn’d at sea,A-rollicking with fantasies As sweet as sweet can be.
We’ll take the Trail of Dreamers on An hour that’s all our own,When hope’s glad thrilling kisses are Upon the skyways blown;And love will fare on with us, and Will shield from stress and strife,And grant the gift of happiness To bless us into life!
'Oh, who will fare afar with me? Oh, who will fare with me?We’ll tread the green and happy land, We’ll sail the salt blue sea!And east and west and north and south Well take the trail away,And always will Tomorrow hold The joys of Yesterday!
