text: I shall foot it
  Down the roadway in the dusk,
  Where shapes of hunger wander
  And the fugitives of pain go by.
  
  I shall foot it
  In the silence of the morning,
  See the night slur into dawn,
  Hear the slow great winds arise
  Where tall trees flank the way
  And shoulder toward the sky.
  
  The broken boulders by the road
  Shall not commemorate my ruin.
  Regret shall be the gravel under foot.
  I shall watch for
  Slim birds swift of wing
  That go where wind and ranks of thunder
  Drive the wild processionals of rain.
  
  The dust of the travelled road
  Shall touch my hands and face.