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The Wander-Lovers Down the world with Marna! That ’s the life for me! Wandering with the wandering wind, Vagabond and unconfined! Roving with the roving rain Its unboundaried domain! Kith and kin of wander-kind, Children of the sea! Petrels of the... Poet: Richard Hovey	Envoy I whose furthest footstep never strayed Beyond the village of his birth Is but a lodger for the night In this old wayside inn of earth. To-morrow he shall take his pack, And set out for the ways beyond On the old trail from star to star,... Poet: Richard Hovey	The Call of the Bugles Bugles! and the Great Nation thrills and leaps to arms! Prompt, unconstrained, immediate, Without misgiving and without debate, Too calm, too strong for fury or alarms, The people blossoms armies and puts forth The splendid summer of its noiseless... Poet: Richard Hovey	Unmanifest Destiny To what new fates, my country, far And unforeseen of foe or friend, Beneath what unexpected star, Compelled to what unchosen end, Across the sea that knows no beach The Admiral of Nations guides Thy blind obedient keels to reach ... Poet: Richard Hovey
Love in the Winds When i am standing on a mountain crest, Or hold the tiller in the dashing spray, My love of you leaps foaming in my breast, Shouts with the winds and sweeps to their foray; My heart bounds with the horses of the sea, And plunges in the wild ride of the... Poet: Richard Hovey	Dartmouth Winter-Song Ho, a song by the fire! (Pass the pipes, fill the bowl!) Ho, a song by the fire! —With a skoal!… For the wolf wind is whining in the doorways, And the snow drifts deep along the road, And the ice-gnomes are marching from their Norways, And... Poet: Richard Hovey	Laurana's Song Who ’ll have the crumpled pieces of a heart? Let him take mine! Who ’ll give his whole of passion for a part, And call ’t divine? Who ’ll have the soiled remainder of desire? Who ’ll warm his fingers at a burnt-out fire? Who ’ll drink the lees of... Poet: Richard Hovey	From "The Birth of Galahad" And if he should come again In the old glad way, I should smile and take his hand. What were there to say? I should close my eyes and smile, And my soul would be Like the peace of summer noons Beside the sea. Poet: Richard Hovey
From "Taliesin: a Masque" Voices of Unseen Spirits HERE falls no light of sun nor stars; No stir nor striving here intrudes; No moan nor merry-making mars The quiet of these solitudes. Submerged in sleep, the passive soul Is one with all the things that seem;... Poet: Richard Hovey	Love in the Winds When I am standing on a mountain crest, Or hold the tiller in the dashing spray, My love of you leaps foaming in my breast, Shouts with the winds and sweeps to their foray; My heart bounds with the horses of the sea, And plunges in the wild ride of the... Poet: Richard Hovey