Who'Ll Ride with Me?

Who'll ride with me in the gipsy weather

(Youth held lightly is youth held fast!)-

Light and light as a white owl's feather,

Till we win to the world's last edge at last?

Who'll ride with me to the ultimate faring

(Dream won sorely is dream held long!),

Till the winds are knives in the teeth of our daring

And the last lone star is a thin-spun song?

For what is youth but a coin to squander,

(Youth spent lightly is age deferred!)

And what is dream but a voice out yonder,

And what is life but a flying bird?