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THE VAGRANT
I will leave the dust of the city streets and the noise of the busy town For the windy moor and the high hill and the peatstream flowing brown; I will keep my watch by the camp-fires where the white cliffs lean to the sea, And dawn shall wake me with golden hands and the rain shall walk with me.
I will seek the place where gypsies roam and strange,wild songs are sung; I will find once more the magic paths i knew when earth was young. And the stars will give me comradeship and the wind will be my friend, And i will send you the faery gold that lies at the rainbows end.
Stretch not your hands nor bid me stay, i hear the white road's call, The sun hath kissed the buds from sleep, and I am one with them all; But i willsend you a golden cloak and a pair of silver shoon, And a dream that the fairies spin from stars on the other side of the moon.
TAKEN FROM A BOOK OF POEMS - THIS ONE WRITTEN BY PAULINE SLENDER
AT SUNDOWN
I close my eyes and see them still,
The little sheep,as up the hill
They trail with careful step and find
their way.so still,so still,they wind
Round rocks of gray,soft-tinged with rose,
Along the path where thickly grows
The nut-sweet Everlasting-flower.
In visionings of sunset hour,
I close my eyes; i hear lone bells;
I breathe the pine, the immortelles!
And peace drifts to me from the hill
Where little sheep are winding still.
TAKEN FROM A BOOK OF POEMS - THIS ONE WRITTEN BY FRIEDRIKA HEY!
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