Heigh ho! to sleep I vainly try ( Read more... )

Up in my garret bleak and bare ( Read more... )

I sought the trails of South and North,
I wandered East and West;
But pride and passion drove me forth
And would not let me rest.

And still I seek, as still I roam,
A snug roof overhead;
Four walls, my own; a quiet home. . . .
"You'll have it - when you're dead."

-Robert William Service
Ballads of a Bohemian, 1921

The humble garret where I dwell ( Read more... )