Here you will find the Poem Afoot of poet Charles G. D. Roberts
Comes the lure of green things growing, Comes the call of waters flowing - And the wayfarer desire Moves and wakes and would be going. Hark the migrant hosts of June Marching nearer noon by noon! Hark the gossip of the grasses Bivouacked beneath the moon! Long the quest and far the ending When my wayfarer is wending - When desire is once afoot, Doom behind and dream attending! In his ears the phantom chime Of incommunicable rhyme, He shall chase the fleeting camp-fires Of the Bedouins of Time. Farer by uncharted ways, Dumb as death to plaint or praise, Unreturning he shall journey, Fellow to the nights and days; Till upon the outer bar Stilled the moaning currents are, Till the flame achieves the zenith, Till the moth attains the star, Till through laughter and through tears Fair the final peace appears, And about the watered pastures Sink to sleep the nomad years!