Thursday, May 10, 2012

the Wanderlust has got me, by the belly-aching fire


The Wanderlust has taught me, it has whispered to my heart
Things all you stay-at-homes will never know.

Warm Florentine Sun

For there's never a cure
When you list to the lure
Of the Wan-der-lust.

Sometimes, Roma is too perfect
But I'm freedom's happy bond-slave, and I will be till I die,
Assisi, you have stolen my heart

Wild heart, child heart, all of the world your home.
Glad heart, mad heart, what can you do but roam?

Il Dumo is golden in the sun


I would give anything to be back there.

The magic of piazzas at night

Haunting, taunting, that is the spell of it;
Mocking, baulking, that is the hell of it;
But I'll shoulder my pack in the morning, boys,
And I'm going because I must;
For it's so-long to all
When you answer the call
Of the Wan-der-lust.



Poem excerpts from The Wanderlust by Robert William Service

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