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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=508890" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Wanderlust</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">The Wanderlust has lured me to the seven lonely seas,<br>Has dumped me on the tailing-piles of dearth;<br>The Wanderlust has haled me from the morris chairs of ease,<br>Has hurled me to the ends of all the earth.<br>How bitterly I've cursed it, oh, the Painted Desert knows,<br>The wraithlike heights that hug the pallid plain,<br>The all-but-fluid silence, -- yet the longing grows and grows,<br>And I've got to glut the Wanderlust again.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Soldier, sailor, in what a plight I've been!<br>Tinker, tailor, oh what a sight I've seen!<br>And I'm hitting the trail in the morning, boys,<br>And you won't see my heels for dust;<br>For it's &quot;all day&quot; with you<br>When you answer the cue<br> Of the Wan-der-lust.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The Wanderlust has got me . . . by the belly-aching fire,<br>By the fever and the freezing and the pain;<br>By the darkness that just drowns you, by the wail of home desire,<br>I've tried to break the spell of it -- in vain.<br>Life might have been a feast for me, now there are only crumbs;<br>In rags and tatters, beggar-wise I sit;<br>Yet there's no rest or peace for me, imperious it drums,<br>The Wanderlust, and I must follow it.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Highway, by-way, many a mile I've done;<br>Rare way, fair way, many a height I've won;<br>But I'm pulling my freight in the morning, boys,<br>And it's over the hills or bust;<br>For there's never a cure<br>When you list to the lure<br> Of the Wan-der-lust.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The Wanderlust has taught me . . . it has whispered to my heart<br>Things all you stay-at-homes will never know.<br>The white man and the savage are but three short days apart,<br>Three days of cursing, crawling, doubt and woe.<br>Then it's down to chewing muclucs, to the water you can eat,<br>To fish you bolt with nose held in your hand.<br>When you get right down to cases, it's King's Grub that rules the races,<br>And the Wanderlust will help you understand.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Haunting, taunting, that is the spell of it;<br>Mocking, baulking, that is the hell of it;<br>But I'll shoulder my pack in the morning, boys,<br>And I'm going because I must;<br>For it's so-long to all<br>When you answer the call<br> Of the Wan-der-lust.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The Wanderlust has blest me . . . in a ragged blanket curled,<br>I've watched the gulf of Heaven foam with stars;<br>I've walked with eyes wide open to the wonder of the world,<br>I've seen God's flood of glory burst its bars.<br>I've seen the gold a-blinding in the riffles of the sky,<br>Till I fancied me a bloated plutocrat;<br>But I'm freedom's happy bond-slave, and I will be till I die,<br>And I've got to thank the Wanderlust for that.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Wild heart, child heart, all of the world your home.<br>Glad heart, mad heart, what can you do but roam?<br>Oh, I'll beat it once more in the morning, boys,<br>With a pinch of tea and a crust;<br>For you cannot deny<br>When you hark to the cry<br> Of the Wan-der-lust.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The Wanderlust will claim me at the finish for its own.<br>I'll turn my back on men and face the Pole.<br>Beyond the Arctic outposts I will venture all alone;<br>Some Never-never Land will be my goal.<br>Thank God! there's none will miss me, for I've been a bird of flight;<br>And in my moccasins I'll take my call;<br>For the Wanderlust has ruled me,<br>And the Wanderlust has schooled me,<br>And I'm ready for the darkest trail of all.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Grim land, dim land, oh, how the vastness calls!<br>Far land, star land, oh, how the stillness falls!<br>For you never can tell if it's heaven or hell,<br>And I'm taking the trail on trust;<br>But I haven't a doubt<br>That my soul will leap out<br> On its Wan-der-lust.</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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Has dumped me on the tailing-piles of dearth;
The Wanderlust has haled me from the morris chairs of ease,
Has hurled me to the ends of all the earth.
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