Heav'n itse'f hit seem to hide

Des a little bit inside

Two little boots.

TO THE ROAD

Cool is the wind, for the summer is waning,

Who 's for the road?

Sun-flecked and soft, where the dead leaves are raining,

Who 's for the road?

Knapsack and alpenstock press hand and shoulder,

Prick of the brier and roll of the boulder;