Forth I Wander, Forth I Must

Shamelessy I do pinch a poem, today posted by Michael Gilleland, the master of Laudator Temporis Actis - the only blogger who I did not ask whether he'd mind to become one of my Seldom borings, as somehow I did not find a way to contact and ask him 'my question of courtesy'. :)

I hope Mr. Gilleland, whose blog to visit I do wholeheartedly commend, will quit my shamelessness with a lenient smile, in case he becomes aware of it.

And here is the very poem of A.E Housman, More Poems, IX:

When green buds hang in the elm like dust
And sprinkle the lime like rain,
Forth I wander, forth I must,
And drink of life again.
Forth I must by hedgerow bowers
To look at the leaves uncurled,
And stand in the fields where cuckoo-flowers
Are lying about the world.