O barren moor! O barren moor!
You who knock at my cabin door!
Quiet, pleasant was my seat
Near the hearth, to warm my feet
But adventure to my heart in store
O you the lovely barren moor
Outside I ran, as quick as wind
Across the field I unrepent
Of what I left in my dusty wake
‘Cause ran I did for my own heart’s sake
For adventure lies outside the door
So flee there now to barren moor
I crest the hill and with throaty swallow
I look on down at that murky hollow
But better be the nervous man
Than to live in thought “what could have been”
So go now, and wait no more
For to you it calls, the barren moor!
THE WAYFARER 