<h2><SPAN name="poem21"></SPAN>THE TRAVELLER</h2>
<p>Reply to Rudyard Kipling’s “He travels the fastest
who travels alone.”</p>
<p class="poetry">Who travels alone with his eyes on the
heights,<br/>
Though he laughs in the day time oft weeps in the nights;</p>
<p class="poetry">For courage goes down at the set of the sun,<br/>
When the toil of the journey is all borne by one.</p>
<p class="poetry">He speeds but to grief though full gaily he
ride<br/>
Who travels alone without love at his side.</p>
<p class="poetry">Who travels alone without lover or friend<br/>
But hurries from nothing, to naught at the end.</p>
<p class="poetry">Though great be his winnings and high be his
goal,<br/>
He is bankrupt in wisdom and beggared in soul.</p>
<p class="poetry">Life’s one gift of value to him is denied<br/>
Who travels alone without love at his side.</p>
<p class="poetry">It is easy enough in this world to make
haste<br/>
If one live for that purpose—but think of the waste;</p>
<p class="poetry">For life is a poem to leisurely read,<br/>
And the joy of the journey lies not in its speed.</p>
<p class="poetry">Oh! vain his achievement and petty his pride<br/>
Who travels alone without love at his side.</p>
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