I GO by road, I go by street -- Lira, la, la! O white highways, ye know my feet! A loaf I carry and, all told, Three broad bits of lucky gold -- Lira, la, la! And O within my flowering heart, (Sing, dear nightingale!) is my Sweet. A poor man met me and begged for bread -- Lira, la, la! "Brother, take all the loaf," I said, I shall but go with lighter cheer -- Lira, la, la! And O within my flowering heart (Sing, sweet nightingale!) is my Dear. A thief I met on the lonely way -- Lira, la, la! He took my gold; I cried to him, "Stay! And take my pocket and make an end." Lira, la, la! And O within my flowering heart (Sing, soft nightingale!) is my Friend. Now on the plain I have met with death -- Lira, la, la! My bread is gone, my gold, my breath. But O this heart is not afraid -- Lira, la, la! For O within this lonely heart (Sing, sad nightingale!) is my Maid. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE RHINOCEROS by HILAIRE BELLOC CONTRA MORTEM: THE THAW by HAYDEN CARRUTH THE INCORRIGIBLE DIRIGIBLE by HAYDEN CARRUTH INEVITABLY (2) by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON CORPORATE ENTITY by ARCHIBALD MACLEISH |