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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=508843" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Rover</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Oh, how good it is to be<br>Foot-loose and heart-free!<br>Just my dog and pipe and I, underneath the vast sky;<br>Trail to try and goal to win, white road and cool inn;<br>Fields to lure a lad afar, clear spring and still star;<br>Lilting feet that never tire, green dingle, fagot fire;<br>None to hurry, none to hold, heather hill and hushed fold;<br>Nature like a picture book, laughing leaf and bright brook;<br>Every day a jewel bright, set serenely in the night;<br>Every night a holy shrine, radiant for a day divine.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Weathered cheek and kindly eye, let the wanderer go by.<br>Woman-love and wistful heart, let the gipsy one depart.<br>For the farness and the road are his glory and his goad.<br>Oh, the lilt of youth and Spring! Eyes laugh and lips sing.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Yea, but it is good to be<br>Foot-loose and heart-free!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">II</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Yet how good it is to come<br>Home at last, home, home!<br>On the clover swings the bee, overhead's the hale tree;<br>Sky of turquoise gleams through, yonder glints the lake's blue.<br>In a hammock let's swing, weary of wandering;<br>Tired of wild, uncertain lands, strange faces, faint hands.<br>Has the wondrous world gone cold? Am I growing old, old?<br>Grey and weary . . . let me dream, glide on the tranquil stream.<br>Oh, what joyous days I've had, full, fervid, gay, glad!<br>Yet there comes a subtile change, let the stripling rove, range.<br>From sweet roving comes sweet rest, after all, home's best.<br>And if there's a little bit of woman-love with it,<br>I will count my life content, God-blest and well spent. . . .</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Oh but it is good to be<br>Foot-loose and heart-free!<br>Yet how good it is to come<br>Home at last, home, home!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Robert+William+Service">Robert William Service</a><div class=q>
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Foot-loose and heart-free!
Just my dog and pipe and I, underneath the vast sky;
Trail to try and goal to win, white road and cool inn;
Fields to lure a lad afar, clear spring and still star;
Lilting feet that never tire, g..."></div>
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