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Robert W Service - Beachcomber
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When I have come with happy heart to sixty years and ten,
I`ll buy a boat and sail away upon a summer sea;
And in a little lonely isle that`s far and far from men,
In peace and praise I`ll spend the days the Gods allow to me.
For I am weary of a strife so pitiless and vain;
And in a far and fairy isle, bewilderingly bright,
I`ll learn to know the leap and glow of rapture once again,
And welcome every living dawn with wonder and delight.

And there I`ll build a swan-white house above the singing foam,
With brooding eaves, where joyously rich roses climb and cling;
With crotons in a double row, like wine and honeycomb,
And flame trees dripping golden rain, and palms pavilioning.
And there I`ll let the wind and wave do what they will with me;
And I will dwell unto the end with loveliness and joy;
And drink from out the crystal spring, and eat from off the tree,
As simple as a savage is, as careless as a boy.

For I have come to think that Life`s a lamentable tale,
And all we break our hearts to win is little worth our while;
For fame and fortune in the end are comfortless and stale,
And it is best to dream and rest upon a radiant isle.
So I`ll blot out the bitter years of sufferance and scorn,
And I`ll forget the fear and fret, the poverty and pain;
And in a shy and secret isle I`ll be a man newborn,
And fashion life to heart`s desire, and seek my soul again.

For when I come with happy heart to sixty years and ten,
I fondly hope the best of life will yet remain to me;
And so I`ll burn my foolish books and break my futile pen,
And seek a tranced and tranquil isle, that dreams eternally.
I`ll turn my back on all the world, I`ll bid my friends adieu;
Unto the blink I`ll leave behind what gold I have to give;
And in a jewelled solitude I`ll mould my life anew,
And nestling close to Nature`s heart, I`ll learn at last . . . to live.
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