There, By The Starlit Fences The Wanderer

I, A Stranger And Afraid, In A World I Never Made.

When The Journey's Over/there'll Be Time Enough To Sleep.

Oh, 'tis Jesting, Dancing, Drinking Spins The Heavy World Around.

With Rue My Heart Is Laden For Golden Friends I Had, For Many A Rose-lipped Maiden And Many A Lightfoot Lad.

Could Man Be Drunk For Ever With Liquor, Love, Or Fights, Lief Should I Rouse At Morning And Lief Lie Down Of Nights. But Men At Whiles Are Sober And Think By Fits And Starts, And If They Think, They Fasten Their Hands Upon Their Hearts.