The Vagrant of Time

by Charles G.D. Roberts



(From "The Sprightly Pilgrim")


OH SOME are for the cities of men,
     And some are for the sea,
And some for a book in a musty nook,—
     But the lips of a maid for me!

And some are for the forest and field,

     For their whim is to be free.
But the lips of a maid in the chestnut shade
     Are freedom enough for me!