The Vagabond
Robert Louis Stevenson
1850 to 1894
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Reconstruct the poem by dragging each line into its correct position. Your goal is to reassemble the original poem as accurately as possible. As you move the lines, you'll see whether your arrangement is correct, helping you explore the poem's flow and meaning. You can also print out the jumbled poem to cut up and reassemble in the classroom. Either way, take your time, enjoy the process, and discover how the poet's words come together to create something truly beautiful.
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Let the blow fall soon or late,
White as meal the frosty field --
Or let autumn fall on me
Warm the fireside haven --
Wealth I seek not, hope nor love,
All I ask, the heaven above
Let the lave go by me,
There's the life for a man like me,
All I seek, the heaven above
And the road below me.
And the road below me.
And the road before me.
Where afield I linger,
Biting the blue finger;
Not to autumn will I yield,
Give the face of earth around,
Nor a friend to know me.
Wealth I ask not, hope, nor love,
There's the life for ever.
Give to me the life I love,
Give the face of earth around
Let what will be o'er me;
Let what will be o'er me;
Nor a friend to know me;
Give the jolly heaven above
And the road before me.
Not to winter even!
Bed in the bush with stars to see,
Let the blow fall soon or late,
And the byway nigh me.
Silencing the bird on tree,
Bread I dip in the river --