Songs of Travel: III. The Roadside Fire

I will make you brooches and toys for your delight

Of bird-song at morning and star-shine at night.

I will make a palace fit for you and me

Of green days in forests and blue days at sea.

I will make my kitchen, and you shall keep your room

Where white flows the river and bright blows the broom

And you shall wash your linen and keep your body white

In rainfall at morning and dewfall at night

And this shall be for music when no one else is near

The fine song for singing, the rare song to hear!

That only I remember, that only you admire

Of the broad road that stretches and the roadside fire