FEEL OF THE WANDER-LURE.
Reading edition
My sandals are of starlight, My soul has a flame, And all the spheres along the sky Are trumpeting my name. My spirit, warm and eager, And longing to be free, Tired of a Shadow-house of Dreams, Lured by immensity, Will answer when the wild winds call My name, on some dark night, And I, a lone adventurer, Will take the Road of Light.