The Vagabond

Give to me the life I love, 

 Let the lave go by me, 

Give the jolly heaven above 

 And the byway night me. 

Bed in the bush with stars to see,

 Bread I dip in the river —

There's the life for a man like me,

 There's is the life for ever.

Let the blow fall soon or late, 

 Let what will be over me;

Give the face of earth around 

 And the road before me.

Wealth I seek not, hope nor love, 

 Nor a friend to know me;

All I seek, the heaven above 

 And the road below me. 

Or let autumn fall on me 

 Where a field I linger,

Silencing the bird on tree,

 Biting the blue finger;

White as meal the frosty field —

 Warm the fireside heaven —

Not to autumn will I yield, 

 Not to winter even!

Let the blow fall soon or late,

 Let what will be over me;

Give the face of earth around, 

 And the road before me. 

Wealth I ask not, hope nor love, 

 Not a friend to know me.

All I ask,  the heaven above 

 And the road below me. 

                     By Robert Louis Stevenson 

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