<h3 id="Wanderlust">Wanderlust</h3>
<p>THE highways and the byways, the kind sky folding all,<br/>
And never a care to drag me back and never a voice to call;<br/>
Only the call of the long, white road to the far horizon’s wall.</p>
<p>The glad seas and the mad seas, the seas on a night in June,<br/>
And never a hand to beckon back from the path of the new-lit moon;<br/>
Never a night that lasts too long or a dawn that breaks too soon!</p>
<p>The shrill breeze and the hill breeze, the sea breeze, fierce and bold,<br/>
And never a breeze that gives the lie to a tale that a breeze has told;<br/>
Always the tale of the strange and new in the countries strange and old.</p>
<p>The lone trail and the known trail, the trail you must take on trust,<br/>
And never a trail without a grave where a wanderer’s bones are thrust—<br/>
Never a look or a turning back till the dust shall claim the dust!</p>
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