Song of the Open Road(一)

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     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 they are very well where they are,
     I know they suffice for those who belong to them.
     (Still here I carry my old delicious burdens,
     I carry them, men and women, I carry them with me
     wherever I go,
     I swear it is impossible for me to get rid of them,
     I am fill'd with them; and I will fill them in return.)