The Conservative (Lovecraft)/July 1919/Who Will Fare with Me?
Who Will Fare with Me?
By Winifred Virginia Jordan
Oh, who will fare afar with me?
Oh, who will fare with me?
We’ll tread the green and happy land,
We’ll sail the salt blue sea!
And east and west and north and south
We’ll take the trail away,
And always with Tomorrow hold
The joys of Yesterday!
Oh, who will fare with me?
We’ll tread the green and happy land,
We’ll sail the salt blue sea!
And east and west and north and south
We’ll take the trail away,
And always with Tomorrow hold
The joys of Yesterday!
We’ll take the Trail of Dreamers out
Across the leagues of dew;
We’ll pass where grand green willows lean
In bonnets silv’ry blue.
We’ll play with young white violets
In velvet pinafores,
Just taken, sweetly scented, from
A May-elf’s woodland drawers.
Across the leagues of dew;
We’ll pass where grand green willows lean
In bonnets silv’ry blue.
We’ll play with young white violets
In velvet pinafores,
Just taken, sweetly scented, from
A May-elf’s woodland drawers.
We’ll take the Trail of Dreamers, that
Is gay with bloom begun;
And as we’re faring onward we
Will sail a sea of sun;
We’ll find our way to shaded wood
Where pools lie, still and deep,
And tease from them the secrets that
We know they cannot keep.
Is gay with bloom begun;
And as we’re faring onward we
Will sail a sea of sun;
We’ll find our way to shaded wood
Where pools lie, still and deep,
And tease from them the secrets that
We know they cannot keep.
We’ll take the Trail of Dreamers to
The minstrel folk of dream;
We’ll beg their charm that we may hear
The fairy singing stream;
We’ll hear the jolly river wind
Sing songs it learn’d at sea,
A-rollicking with fantasies
As sweet as sweet can be.
The minstrel folk of dream;
We’ll beg their charm that we may hear
The fairy singing stream;
We’ll hear the jolly river wind
Sing songs it learn’d at sea,
A-rollicking with fantasies
As sweet as sweet can be.
We’ll take the Trail of Dreamers on
An hour that’s all our own,
When hope’s glad thrilling kisses are
Upon the skyways blown;
And love will fare on with us, and
Will shield from stress and strife,
And grant the gift of happiness
To bless us into life!
An hour that’s all our own,
When hope’s glad thrilling kisses are
Upon the skyways blown;
And love will fare on with us, and
Will shield from stress and strife,
And grant the gift of happiness
To bless us into life!
'Oh, who will fare afar with me?
Oh, who will fare with me?
We’ll tread the green and happy land,
We’ll sail the salt blue sea!
And east and west and north and south
Well take the trail away,
And always will Tomorrow hold
The joys of Yesterday!
Oh, who will fare with me?
We’ll tread the green and happy land,
We’ll sail the salt blue sea!
And east and west and north and south
Well take the trail away,
And always will Tomorrow hold
The joys of Yesterday!