And the heart of the man is made stronger with the strength of the thing that he fights,
And the love of his heart is made longer by the length of the loneliest nights—
For the lover whose heart is a-hunger longs most for a lover’s delights.
The fellow away from the city the tricks of the city forgets:
He can’t say the thing that is witty, he can’t breathe his soul in regrets;
He can’t say the thing that is pretty to please the pink ear of coquettes.
For the bigness of life is about him, the bigness of heaven and star;
Though the city runs onward without him, forgetting the forest afar,
When he speaks let no cleverness doubt him, for he speaks of the things as they are.
And this is the love that I bring you, the love of the man out-of-doors;