Outside, par Henry Lawson

Henry Lawson

Outside

I want to be lighting my pipe on deck,

With my baggage safe below—

I want to be free of the crowded quay,

While the steamer’s swinging slow.

I want to be free of treachery,

And of sordid joys and griefs—

To be out of sight of the faces white,

And the waving of handkerchiefs.

I want to be making my ship-board friends,

I want to be free of the past—

I want to be laughing with kindred souls,

While the Heads are opening fast.

I want to be sailing far to-day,

On the tracks where the rovers go,

To feel the heave of the deck, and draw

The breath that the rovers know.

1910

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