Rendezvous

Oh let's go out to the rim of the world

Where the wilderness is and the town is hurled

To a shimmering distance, far remote

With its clamor and noise and its raucous note.

Come, let's motor away to a solitude

Where the song of life is a hermit's mood.

Ah, we're off and away to an elegant start.

How we thrill to the pulse of the beating heart

Of a motor in action, running free,

And the wide open road and the distant tree

That marks the familiar cross-road place--

And we cut 'er down to a laggard's pace.

So away again and around the hill

Where our eager eyes can have their fill

Of the lake beyond, and the clouds that fling

Their shadows down by a gushing spring.

So we cut off the power and coast 'er in

For a drink at the place where the slopes begin.

Now we're running in second, now running in low,

To make the pass where the dugways go.

And our motor pulls with a demon's strength

As we climb to the summit, to come at length

To the little wayside service place

And the man with a cap and a smiling face.

So, at last--in the heart of a wilderness,

Where across the road the trees caress,

And there's only the tiniest fleck of sky

And flash of sun as we motor by,

To reach that ultimate rendezvous

Where the world belongs to me and you.

But time must frown on a perfect bliss

And now there has come an end to this

Sequestered hour in rock-strewn space.

We must take to the highway and set our face

To the destined spot where order reigns

And life goes on through traffic lanes.