There's a gypsy wind across the harvest land, <br />Let us fare forth with it lightly hand in hand; <br />Where cloud shadows blow across the sunwarm waste, <br />And the first red leaves are falling let us haste, <br />For the waning days are lavish of their stores, <br />And the joy of life is with us out o' doors! <br /> <br />Let us roam along the ways of golden rod <br />Over uplands where the spicy bracken nod, <br />Through the wildwood where the hemlock branches croon <br />Their rune-chant of elder days across the noon, <br />For the mellow air its pungency outpours, <br />And the glory of the year is out o' doors! <br /> <br />There's a great gray sea beyond us calling far, <br />There's a blue tide curling o'er the harbor bar; <br />Ho, the breeze that smites us saltly on the lips <br />Whistles gaily in the sails of outbound ships; <br />Let us send our thoughts with them to fabled shores, <br />For the pilgrim mood is on us out o' doors! <br /> <br />Lo! the world's rejoicing in each spirit thrills, <br />Strength and gladness are to us upon the hills; <br />We are one with crimson bough and ancient sea, <br />Holding all the joy of autumn hours in fee, <br />Hope within us like a questing bird upsoars, <br />And there's room for song and laughter out o' doors.<br /><br />Lucy Maud Montgomery<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/out-o-doors/
