Long time ago, we two set out, <br />My soul and I. <br />I know not why, <br />For all our way was dim with doubt. <br />I know not where <br />We two may fare: <br />Though still with every changing weather, <br />We wander, groping on together. <br /> <br />We do not love, we are not friends, <br />My soul and I. <br />He lives a lie; <br />Untruth lines every way he wends. <br />A scoffer he <br />Who jeers at me: <br />And so, my comrade and my brother, <br />We wander on and hate each other. <br /> <br />Ay, there be taverns and to spare, <br />Beside the road; <br />But some strange goad <br />Lets me not stop to taste their fare. <br />Knew I the goal <br />Toward which my soul <br />And I made way, hope made life fragrant: <br />But no. We wander, aimless, vagrant!<br /><br />Paul Laurence Dunbar<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/vagrants/
