The Wander-Lovers.

Down the world with Marna!     That's the life for me!     Wandering with the wandering wind,     Vagabond and unconfined!     Roving with the roving rain     Its unboundaried domain!     Kith and kin of wander-kind,     Children of the sea!     Petrels of the sea-drift!     Swallows of the lea!     Arabs of the whole wide girth     Of the wind-encircled earth!     In all climes we pitch our tents,     Cronies of the elements,     With the secret lords of birth     Intimate and free.     All the seaboard knows us     From Fundy to the Keys;     Every bend and every creek     Of abundant Chesapeake;     Ardise hills and Newport coves     And the far-off orange groves,     Where Floridian oceans break,     Tropic tiger seas.     Down the world with Marna,     Tarrying there and here!     Just as much at home in Spain     As in Tangier or Touraine!     Shakespeare's Avon knows us well,     And the crags of Neufchtel;     And the ancient Nile is fain     Of our coming near.     Down the world with Marna,     Daughter of the air!     Marna of the subtle grace,     And the vision in her face!     Moving in the measures trod     By the angels before God!     With her sky-blue eyes amaze     And her sea-blue hair!     Marna with the trees' life     In her veins a-stir!     Marna of the aspen heart     Where the sudden quivers start!     Quick-responsive, subtle, wild!     Artless as an artless child,     Spite of all her reach of art!     Oh, to roam with her!     Marna with the wind's will,     Daughter of the sea!     Marna of the quick disdain,     Starting at the dream of stain!     At a smile with love aglow,     At a frown a statued woe,     Standing pinnacled in pain     Till a kiss sets free!     Down the world with Marna,     Daughter of the fire!     Marna of the deathless hope,     Still alert to win new scope     Where the wings of life may spread     For a flight unhazarded!     Dreaming of the speech to cope     With the heart's desire!     Marna of the far quest     After the divine!     Striving ever for some goal     Past the blunder-god's control!     Dreaming of potential years     When no day shall dawn in fears!     That's the Marna of my soul,     Wander-bride of mine!