When we put up, my ass and I,
At God's green caravanserai.

(1) From TRAVELS WITH A DONKEY


XXXIII - THE COUNTRY OF THE CAMISARDS (1)


We travelled in the print of olden wars,
Yet all the land was green,
And love we found, and peace,
Where fire and war had been.

They pass and smile, the children of the sword -
No more the sword they wield;
And O, how deep the corn
Along the battlefield!

(1) From TRAVELS WITH A DONKEY


XXXIV - SKERRYVORE


For love of lovely words, and for the sake
Of those, my kinsmen and my countrymen,
Who early and late in the windy ocean toiled
To plant a star for seamen, where was then
The surfy haunt of seals and cormorants: