The Freebooter

The Freebooter[224]

NO door has my house,

No house has my door;

And in and out ever

I carry my store.

No grate has my kitchen,

No kitchen my grate;

Yet roasts it and boils it

Both early and late.

My bed has no trestles[225]，

My trestles no bed;

Yet merrier moments

No mortal e’er led.

My cellar is lofty,

My barn is full deep,

From top to the bottom,—

There lie I and sleep.

And soon as I waken,

All moves on its race;

My place has no fixture,

My fixture no place.

1827.