Over the fields we go, through the sweets of the purple clover, <br />That letters a message for us as for every vagrant rover; <br />Before us the dells are abloom, and a leaping brook calls after, <br />Feeling its kinship with us in lore of dreams and laughter. <br /> <br />Out of the valleys of moonlight elfin voices are calling; <br />Down from the misty hills faint, far greetings are falling; <br />Whisper the grasses to us, murmuring gleeful and airy, <br />Knowing us pixy-led, seeking the haunts of faery. <br /> <br />The wind is our joyful comrade wherever our free feet wander, <br />Over the tawny wolds to the meres and meadows yonder; <br />The mild-eyed stars go with us, or the rain so swiftly flying, <br />Racing us over the wastes where the hemlocks and pines are sighing. <br /> <br />Across the upland dim, down through the beckoning hollow <br />Oh, we go too far and fast for the feet of care to follow! <br />The gypsy fire in our hearts for the wilderness wide and luring; <br />Other loves may fail but this is great and enduring. <br /> <br />Other delights may pall, but the joy of the open never; <br />The charm of the silent places must win and hold us forever; <br />Bondage of walls we leave with never a glance behind us. <br />Under the lucent sky the delights of the rover shall find us.<br /><br />Lucy Maud Montgomery<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-rovers/
