5/28/2023 0 Comments This hat is not mine![]() ![]() If you tire, give me both burdens, and rest the chuff of your hand on my hip,Īnd in due time you shall repay the same service to me,įor after we start we never lie by again. Wonderful cities and free nations we shall fetch as we go. Shoulder your duds dear son, and I will mine, and let us hasten forth, Perhaps it is everywhere on water and on land. Perhaps you have been on it since you were born and did not know, Not I, not any one else can travel that road for you, My right hand pointing to landscapes of continents and the public road. My left hand hooking you round the waist, I lead no man to a dinner-table, library, exchange,īut each man and each woman of you I lead upon a knoll, I have no chair, no church, no philosophy, ![]() No friend of mine takes his ease in my chair, Signs are a rain-proof coat, good shoes, and a staff cut from the woods, I tramp a perpetual journey, (come listen all!) I know I have the best of time and space, and was never measured and never will be measured. ![]()
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