Songs of Travel | Page 3

Travel and Other Verses
CONTENTS
I. THE VAGABOND - Give to me the life I love?II. YOUTH AND LOVE: I. - Once only by the garden gate?III. YOUTH AND LOVE: II. - To the heart of youth the world is
a highwayside?IV. In dreams, unhappy, I behold you stand?V. She rested by the Broken Brook?VI. The infinite shining heavens?VII. Plain as the glistering planets shine?VIII. To you, let snows and roses?IX. Let Beauty awake in the morn from beautiful dreams X. I know not how it is with you?XI. I will make you brooches and toys for your delight XII. WE HAVE LOVED OF YORE - Berried brake and reedy island XIII. MATTER TRIUMPHANS - Son of my woman's body, you go, to
the drum and fife?XIV. Bright is the ring of words?XV. In the highlands, in the country places?XVI. Home no more home to me, wither must I wander??XVII. WINTER - In rigorous hours, when down the iron lane XVIII. The stormy evening closes now in vain?XIX. TO DR. HAKE - In the beloved hour that ushers day?XX. TO - I knew thee strong and quiet like the hills?XXI. The morning drum-call on my eager ear?XXII. I have trod the upward and downward slope?XXIII. He hears with gladdened heart the thunder?XXIV. Farewell, fair day and fading light!?XXV. IF THIS WERE FAITH - God, if this were enough?XXVI. MY WIFE - Trusty, dusky, vivid, true?XXVII. TO THE MUSE - Resign the rhapsody, the dream?XXVIII. TO AN ISLAND PRINCESS - Since long ago, a child at home XXIX. TO KALAKAUA - The Sliver Ship, my King - that was her name XXX. TO PRINCESS KAIULANI - Forth form her land to mine she goes XXXI. TO MOTHER MARYANNE - To see the infinite pity of this place XXXII. IN MEMORIAM E. H. - I knew a silver head was bright beyond compare XXXIII. TO MY WIFE - Long must elapse ere you behold again XXXIV. TO MY OLD FAMILIARS - Do you remember - can we e'er forget? XXXV. The tropics vanish, and meseems that I?XXXVI. TO S. C. - I heard the pulse of the besieging sea?XXXVII. THE HOUSE OF TEMBINOKA - Let us, who part like brothers, part
like bards?XXXVIII. THE WOODMAN - In all the grove, not stream nor bird XXXIX. TROPIC RAIN - As the single pang of the blow, when the metal is
mingled well?XL. AN END OF TRAVEL - Let now your soul in this substantial world XLI. We uncommiserate pass into the night?XLII. Sing me a song of a lad that is gone?XLIII. TO S. R. CROCKETT - Blows the wind to-day, and the sun and rain
are flying?XLIV. EVENSONG - The embers of the day are red
I - THE VAGABOND (To an air of Schubert)
GIVE to me the life I love,?Let the lave go by me,?Give the jolly heaven above?And the byway nigh me.?Bed in the bush with stars to see,?Bread I dip in the river -?There's the life for a man like me,?There's the life for ever.
Let the blow fall soon or late,?Let what will be o'er me;?Give the face of earth around?And the road before me.?Wealth I seek not, hope nor love,?Nor a friend to know me;?All I seek, the heaven above?And the road below me.
Or let autumn fall on me?Where afield I linger,?Silencing the bird on tree,?Biting the blue finger.?White as meal the frosty field -?Warm the fireside haven -?Not to autumn will I yield,?Not to winter even!
Let the blow fall soon or late,?Let what will be o'er me;?Give the face of earth around,?And the road before me.?Wealth I ask not, hope nor love,?Nor a friend to know me;?All I ask, the heaven above?And the road below me.
II - YOUTH AND LOVE - I
ONCE only by the garden gate?Our lips we joined and parted.?I must fulfil an empty fate?And travel the uncharted.
Hail and farewell! I must arise,?Leave here the fatted cattle,?And paint on foreign lands and skies?My Odyssey of battle.
The untented Kosmos my abode,?I pass, a wilful stranger:?My mistress still the open road?And the bright eyes of danger.
Come ill or well, the cross, the crown,?The rainbow or the thunder,?I fling my soul and body down?For God to plough them under.
III - YOUTH AND LOVE - II
To the heart of youth the world is a highwayside.?Passing for ever, he fares; and on either hand,?Deep in the gardens golden pavilions hide,?Nestle in orchard bloom, and far on the level land?Call him with lighted lamp in the eventide.
Thick as the stars at night when the moon is down,?Pleasures assail him. He to his nobler fate?Fares; and but waves a hand as he passes on,?Cries but a wayside word to her at the garden gate,?Sings but a boyish stave and his face is gone.
IV
IN dreams, unhappy, I behold you stand?As heretofore:?The unremembered tokens in your hand?Avail no more.
No more the morning