ESCAPE

By Victoria Sackville West

COME, shall we go, my comrade, from this den

Where falsehood reigns and we have dallied long?

Exchange the curious vanities of men

For roads of freedom and for ships of song?

We came as strangers, came to learn and look,

To hear their music, drink the wine they gave.

Now let us hence again; the happy brook

Shall quench our thirst, our music be the wave.

Come! they are feasting, let us steal away.

Beyond the doors the night awaits us, sweet.

To-morrow we shall see the break of day,

And goat-herds’ pipes shall lead our roaming feet.