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ETEXTS*Ver.04.29.93*END* Songs of 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