Its unboundaried domain....

“Mm—I forget. Anyway—

“.... the joys of the road are chiefly these—

A crimson touch on the hard-wood trees....

A vagrant’s morning, wide and blue,

In early fall, when the wind walks, too....

A shadowy highway, cool and brown,

Alluring up and enticing down....

A scrap of gossip at the ferry,

And a comrade neither glum nor merry,