Oh, who would choose to be a traveler? —
That anxious railway-guide unraveler
Who spends his nights in berths and bunks,
His days in chaperoning trunks;
Who stands in line at gates and wickets
To spend his means on costly tickets
To Irkutsk, Liverpool and Yap
And other dots upon the map.


The Traveler


Oh, who would choose to be a traveler? — That anxious railway-guide unraveler Who spends his nights in berths and bunks, His days in chaperoning...

Oh, who would choose to be a traveler? — That anxious railway-guide unraveler Who spends his nights in berths and bunks, His days in chaperoning...

Oh, who would choose to be a traveler? — That anxious railway-guide unraveler Who spends his nights in berths and bunks, His days in chaperoning...

Oh, who would choose to be a traveler? — That anxious railway-guide unraveler Who spends his nights in berths and bunks, His days in chaperoning...