<h3 id="The_Troubadour">The Troubadour</h3>
<p>THE wind blows salt from off the sea<br/>
And sweet from where the land lies green;<br/>
I travel down the great highway<br/>
That runs so straight and white between—<br/>
I watch the sea-wind strain the sheet,<br/>
The land-wind toss the yellow wheat!</p>
<p>Song is my mistress, fickle she,<br/>
Yet dear beyond all dearth of speech;<br/>
Child of the winds of land and sea<br/>
She charms me with the charm of each—<br/>
Full soft and sweet she sings and then<br/>
She sings wild songs for sailor-men!</p>
<p>No staff I carry in my hand,<br/>
No pack I carry on my back,<br/>
No foot of earth I call my own,<br/>
For castle or for cot I lack—<br/>
I travel fast, I travel slow,<br/>
And where my mistress bids I go!</p>
<p>My gems, the pearl upon the leaf<br/>
At mystic hour of the morn;<br/>
My gold, the gold that rims the sea<br/>
A moment ere the day is born;<br/>
And on my breezy couch o’ nights<br/>
The stars shine down—my taper lights!</p>
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<p>Happy am I that sing of love,<br/>
Yet from the thrall of love am free;<br/>
Happy am I that sing of pain<br/>
And quick forget what pain may be!<br/>
I sing of death—and lo! To me<br/>
Life is supremest ecstacy!</p>
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