Afoot and light-hearted I take to the open road
Healthy,
free, the world before me,
The
long, brown path before me leading wherever I choose.
Henceforth
I ask not good-fortune, I myself am good-fortune,
Henceforth
I whimper no more, postpone no more, need nothing,
Done
with indoor complaints, libraries, querulous criticisms,
Strong
and content I travel the open road.
The
earth, that is sufficient,
I
do not want the constellations any nearer,
I
know that they are very well where they are,
I
know that they suffice for those who belong to them.
From
this hour, freedom.
From
this hour I ordain myself loos'd of limits and imaginary lines,
Going
where I list, my own master total and absolute,
Listening
to others, considering well what they say,
Pausing,
searching, receiving, contemplating,
Gently,
but with undeniable will, divesting myself of the holds
that
would hold me.
I
inhale great draughts of space,
The
east and the west are mine, and the north and the south are mine.
I
am larger, better than I thought,
I
did not know I held so much goodness.
Camerado,
I give you my hand!
I
give you my love, more precious than money,
I
give you myself, before preaching or law;
Will
you give me yourself? Will you
come travel with me?
Shall
we stick by each other as long as we live?