Time, they say, must the best of us capture,
And travel and battle and gems and gold
No more can kindle the ancient rapture,
For even the youngest of hearts grows old.
But in you, I think, the boy is not over;
So take this medley of ways and wars
As the gift of a friend and a fellow-lover
Of the fairest country under the stars.
i. The Man on the Kirkcaple Shore
ii. Furth! Fortune!
iv. My Journey to the Winter-Veld
v. Mr Wardlaw Has a Premonition