ONCE only by the garden gate Our lips we joined and parted. I must fulfil an empty fate And travel the uncharted. Hail and farewell! I must arise, Leave here the fatted cattle, And paint on foreign lands and skies My Odyssey of battle. The untented Kosmos my abode, I pass, a wilful stranger: My mistress still the open road And the bright eyes of danger. Come ill or well, the cross, the crown, The rainbow or the thunder, I fling my soul and body down For God to plough them under. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE DAFT DAYS by ROBERT FERGUSSON WILL (1) by ELLA WHEELER WILCOX BLOOD ON THE WHEEL by ALEXANDER ANDERSON ABSENCE by JOHN ARTHUR BLAIKIE DEAD LETTERS (T.L.H.) by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN INACCESSIBILITY IN THE BATTLEFIELD by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN |