Know ye where the road leads on

That crosses yonder field, and curves

And rises over hill, to lose itself

In woods? More kindness far than I deserve

You've given me. I like the town.

There's no complaint. Nothing.

But I've been wondering as I work

What lies beyond those treetops brown."

He wandered in, and stayed a while,

Worked here a bit ,and there, and talked,

And sometimes of an evening walked

About as if in search of something.

So we knew him for a wandering man

And were not surprised when he was gone,

But peered across the fields and saw

Him go, to make again the urging guest

Beyond a hill, and ever on and on.