THE VAGABOND (To an air of Schubert) G IVE to me the life I love, Let the lave go by me, Give the jolly heaven above Let the blow fall soon or late, All I seek the heaven above Or let autumn fall on me 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, YOUTH AND LOVE-I NCE 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, The untented Kosmos my abode, And the bright eyes of danger. Come ill or well, the cross, the crown, I fling my soul and body down III T O 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. |