"I'm not the fruit vague passers blithely gather"
"mine's not the sough of some indifferent wind"
I didn't hear this conversation rather
it welled up in a dreamy night my friend
"where do you journey along the empty highway?"
"ten thousand miles afar though I'll be back"
"many a shoe departs treading this byway
I've yet to see return one gone rucksack"
"mine's not the fugitive tale and I would send thee
fond news upon the breezes laughing kindly"
"I'll listen for a spell where you would lend me
your handkerchief if tears are apt to find me"