Little Roads
Come, let us go exploring little roads,
Gay, tiny paths, who faltering stray away
From the hard concrete of the main highway
That by its straight white sheen yells speed, and goads
To ruthless rush. But cool, green little roads
Wandering in sweet, lush places—surely a fay
Will lead our eager steps some green-gold day,
When from our souls they slip—speed-burdened loads.
O little wistful roads, you beckon me
To green-arched cloisters, hung with lilting note
Of feathered freed ones. Here, clad in leisured coat,
Plunge deep, where haste and time and grinding glare
Forgot. No ultimate aim, speed-folly free,
Let's track these sweet, small roads to their cool lair.
Gay, tiny paths, who faltering stray away
From the hard concrete of the main highway
That by its straight white sheen yells speed, and goads
To ruthless rush. But cool, green little roads
Wandering in sweet, lush places—surely a fay
Will lead our eager steps some green-gold day,
When from our souls they slip—speed-burdened loads.
O little wistful roads, you beckon me
To green-arched cloisters, hung with lilting note
Of feathered freed ones. Here, clad in leisured coat,
Plunge deep, where haste and time and grinding glare
Forgot. No ultimate aim, speed-folly free,
Let's track these sweet, small roads to their cool lair.
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