AGAIN I hear you piping, for I know the tune so well, - <br />You rouse the heart to wander and be free, <br />Tho' where you learned your music, not the God of song can tell, <br />For you pipe the open highway and the sea. <br />O piper, lightly footing, lightly piping on your way, <br />Tho' your music thrills and pierces far and near, <br />I tell you you had better pipe to someone else to-day, <br />For you cannot pipe my fancy from my dear. <br /> <br />You sound the note of travel through the hamlet and the town; <br />You would lure the holy angels from on high; <br />And not a man can hear you, but he throws the hammer down <br />And is off to see the countries ere he die. <br />But now no more I wander, now unchanging here I stay; <br />By my love, you find me safely sitting here: <br />And pipe you ne'er so sweetly, till you pipe the hills away, <br />You can never pipe my fancy from my dear.<br /><br />Robert Louis Stevenson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-piper/
