WANDERLUST
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Drop anchor anywhere and the anchor will drag—that is, if your soul is a limitless, fathomless sea, and not a dogpond.—ELBERT HUBBARD, Epigrams
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Till a voice, as bad as Conscience, rang interminable changes
On one everlasting Whisper day and night repeated—so:
"Something hidden. Go and find it.
Go and look behind the Ranges—
Something lost behind the Ranges.
Lost and waiting for you. Go!"—KIPLING, The Explorer
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The white moth to the closing vine,
The bee to the opened clover,
And the gipsy blood to the gipsy blood
Ever the wide world over.—KIPLING, The Gipsy Trail
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You have heard the beat of the offshore wind,
And the thresh of the deep-sea rain;
You have heard the song—how long? how long?
Pull out on the trail again!—KIPLING, The Long Trail
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It's little I know what's in my heart,
What's in my mind it's little I know,
But there's that in me must up and start,
And it's little I care where my feet go.—EDNA ST. VINCENT MILLAY,
Departure
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I cannot rest from travel; I will drink
Life to the lees.—TENNYSON, Ulysses
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