Swags up! and yet I turn upon the way. br The yellow hill against a dapple sky, br With tufts and clumps of thorn, the bush whereby br All through the wonder-pregnant night I lay br Until the silver stars were merged in grey br Our fragrant camp, demand a parting sigh: br New tracks, new camps, and hearts for ever high, br Yet brief regret with every welcome day. br Dear dreamy earth, receding flickering lamp, br Dear dust wherein I found this night a home, br Still for a memory's sake I turn and cling, br Then take the road for many a distant camp, br Among what hills, by what pale whispering foam, br With eager faith for ever wandering.