A Wanderer

When Watkin shifts the burden of his cares
And all that irked him in his bound employ,
Once more become a vagrom-hearted boy,
He moves to roundelays and jocund airs;
Loitering with dusty harvestmen, he shares
Old ale and sunshine; or, with maids half-coy,
Pays court to shadows; fools himself with joy,
Shaking a leg at junketings and fairs.

Sometimes, returning down his breezy miles,
A snatch of wayward April he will bring,
Piping the daffodilly that beguiles
Foolhardy lovers in the surge of spring.
And then once more by lanes and field-path stiles
Up the green world he wanders like a king.

by Siegfried Sassoon

Comments (8)

A teacher of mine called Watkins did not gladly suffer fools; clipped them about the ears, grabbed them by a lobe tossed 'em into pools.
When Watkin shifts the burden of his cares... Up the green world he wanders like a king. That`s something... Thanks for the good sharing
He wanders like a king! ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
Sometimes, returning down his breezy miles, A of wayward April he will bring, Piping the daffodilly that beguiles Foolhardy lovers in the surge of spring. Wow, simply a piece of marvel in the poetic world.
Though I respect Sassoon for what he wrote on the waste and folly of war, I wonder, reading this for the first time, if his just anger and outrage made him unable to see and appreciate beauty in the world. Do we fool ourselves with joy? Are lovers foolhardy? -GK
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